My hair is
full of mealy worms, I don't know what to do,
they seem to
be immune to Clairol's anti-worm shampoo,
girlfriend won't come near me just in case she gets them too,
friendship's on a rocky trip downhill.
my head so badly it began to get quite sore,
said he'd never seen the likes of it before,
they'd go away, and I was bustled out the door,
even get a worming pill.
another doctor, he was better than the first,
but then he
told his cure, and it was certainly the worst,
my head into a vice, until the worms all burst,
I told him
it was bloody overkill!
suggested cutting all my hair off from my head,
I tried it
and was left with all these slimy worms instead,
like they were happy and they seemed to be well-fed,
to think of
what they ate gave me a chill.
doctor tried his ray, and gave my head a fry,
but all it
did was influence the worms to multiply,
he told me
to return next day, to have another try,
I walked out
and refused to pay the bill.
I’ll buy a
hundred finches, in a bid to ease my plight,
down in an easy chair, and hold my eyes shut tight,
a half an
hour later there’ll not be a worm in sight,
friends will feast and have their fill!
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