Crazy Hair
This is taken from Neil Gaiman’s video of him reading his poem, Crazy Hair. I really liked it, so I copied it word to word (I hope it’s accurate enough, the words became a bit in comprehensible with the audience laughing). Also because it depicts my current hair situation lately 
Crazy Hair by Neil Gaiman
She sez, “I don’t mean to stare.
Mister, you have crazy hair
Crazy hair oh me oh my
Crazy hair i thought I’d die”
I said, “Miss, how do you dare
talk about my crazy hair!
This hair you know, is all I own.
Since I was two my hair has grown.
Birds fly down from everywhere
nesting in my crazy hair.
Butterflies and cockatoos,
reds and yellows greens and blues
make me look beyond compare
walking in my crazy hair.
In my hair gorillas leap,
tigers stalk and ground sloths sleep.
A pride of lions make their hair
somewhere in my crazy hair.
Hunters send in expeditions,
radio in their positions.
Still we lost a dozen there.
Lost inside my crazy hair.
You hear music? Dancers too?
I can hear them well, can you?
They pay tunes beyond compare
dancing through my crazy hair.
Huge balloons come down to land.
People wave, it’s very grand.
They take off from everywhere
drifting through my crazy hair.
There are ghouls and water slides,
carousels and pony rides.
All the fun of any fair
waits inside my crazy hair.
Twisting, tangling, trails and loops.
Treasure chests and pirate’s loots.
These awaits the ones who dare
navigate my crazy hair.”
“Here’s my comb,” the girl, Bonnie said.
“Run it now across your head.
That’s what I’d do with great care
when I have such crazy hair.”
“Child! Are you mad?!” I cried.
“Combs and brushes have been tried!
One was eaten by a bear!
Running through my crazy hair.”
Bonnie said, “You bend down here.
I will comb it, is that clear?”
I said, “Miss, just be aware,
this REALLY crazy hair!”
I bent down and Bonnie swiped,
combed and curried round and white.
“Now,” she said, “you look….” but there
came a rumbling from my hair.
One huge growling head came out
and said, “What is this all about?”
One huge arm reached out of there,
pulled her in my crazy hair.
Bonnie has the finest time
teaching lions how to rhyme.
Riding slides and great balloons,
finding hunters, losing moons.
Playing with the pretty birds,
teaching parrots naughty words,
sewing up pirates’ vests,
digging up treasure chests.
Hibernating with the bear,
dancing with the dancers there.
Happy as a little bear
safe inside my crazy hair.
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