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Couldn’t get her hair to behave
Opposite of that as a matter of fact
Might be because it had minds of its own
Because her snakes were mad she had tried to use a…
Comb (an acrostic poem)
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Kiwi (an acrostic poem)
Keeping with the weird down under thing
In comes a fruit with hair that tastes kind of like a strawberry with a tropical twist
With a skin that could use a bit of a shave, while that isn’t too freaky
It was the fact you can eat the hairy part that made me shudder
Hair (an acrostic poem)
He rubbed his bald head in frustration
All his follicles had rebelled so young
It made him wonder what he did to them to make them hate him
Really they just wanted to show off his head’s perfect shape
Brush (an acrostic poem)
Black hair slowly pulled through his fingers
Releasing the locks he began to get to work
Unkempt snarls scraped by, but he gently unraveled them
Soon he was able to sweep his hands through easily
Her moans of pleasure reminded him how much he liked being a hairdresser
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Soft (an acrostic poem)
She cuddled up in my arms
Obscuring my face with her long hair
For a second I thought I would complain
Then I realized what I had and my heart grew…
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Furry (an acrostic poem)
Fraser combed his arm hair against the grain
Unleashing waves of golden amber hair to crash back upon hardened muscle
Rays of sunlight danced upon the same golden coat covering his back
Really he figured he should shave some of it off
Yet there was the fun of the mystique of being part werewolf that he enjoyed
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Doorman (an acrostic conversation)
“Do you remember when they didn’t open automatically?”
“Of course I do. I’m older than you, you fool.”
“Obviously, look at your lack of hair.”
“Really? I’m going to kick you through one in just a second.”
“Man, just calm down. Back then, people, had jobs opening them.”
“And where the hell are you going with this?”
“Now my backup career is becoming extinct, and I never got one of the hats.”
Ugly (an acrostic poem)
Underwear discarded, he looked into the mirror
Glaring back at him was such a gangly mess of hair and confusion
Looking away he quickly got dressed
Yielding to his low self-esteem yet again
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Halloween Anticipation (a 100 word story)
Francis sharpened his knife for like the twelfth time. Tomorrow would be Halloween, and it would finally be his time. It had taken him weeks of sacrifice to be ready. His guests wouldn’t be expecting what he was planning.
Suddenly goosebumps caused his arm hairs to stand at attention. He used the knife to trim them. Yeah, it was sharp enough. It would part flesh with ease. He couldn’t wait to carve his way into infamy.
Francis put another brisket into the smoker and wondered if cutting into that would feel the same as… Well, he would see tomorrow night.
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Barbershop King (a 150 word story)
The barbershop smelled of talcum powder and yesteryear’s stale cigarettes. Dale closed his eyes and felt the gentle tugs of scissors cutting through his wispy graying hair. He remembered back to a time where he would be smoking one of those cigarettes as the barber struggled to tame his gorgeous mane. He had been king back then, and this place had been his private den. Now he was an aging male with a comb over and a paunch of too successful hunting.
The bell announced a new customer. Dale opened his eyes to see Charlie come in. Charlie rubbed what little stubble he had on the top of his noggin. “Got time to shave me?” Charlie asked. “My daughter is getting married this week.”
Dale smiled and closed his eyes. He may not have much, but he had more hair than Charlie, and that was good enough for this king.
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Never Short On Words 