Alfred McNair

I love to write poetry and will be sharing them here on my blog.  I wrote this is 1992.

Alfred McNair

Alfred McNair
had birds in his hair
they just moved in one day.

"Please leave", he said politely
(they were rather unsightly!)
but the birds would not go away.

He tried every shampoo
even combing them too
he tried sprays, gels and mudpacks.

He teased, squeezed
let his hair blow in the breeze
but the birds just said, "thanks for the bath".

For years they lived there
in Alfred McNair's hair
they seemed so very content.

'Til one afternoon
in the middle of June
they took Alfred's hair and they went.