I took my first shot at blog poetry last winter. After some recent time spent in subway tunnels, here’s my summer contribution to the world of poetry. Maybe someday I will be filled with enough inspiration to cover all four seasons.
Do you ever watch TV and laugh at commercials? I do, and one of my favorite targets used to be commercials for women’s shampoo. The producers of those ads make it seem as if shampooing your hair will give you the enjoyment of a cruise, winning a marathon, and strutting down a fashion runway all at the same time. These commercials used to bother me. Now they don’t, and here is why . . .
Women’s shampoo, I used to loathe you
But now I no longer do
Your sassy commercials with the flapping hair
Spokes models yapping with shoulders bare
Hair touched up by light
Blowing in artificial wind, so sprite
Smiles huge
While standing in the shower deluge
Water washing away suds
Women then changing into fancy duds
But now public transit has changed my tune
I now rejoice in shampoos that smell like the sweet air of June
Every time I’m crammed into a bus or train
I no longer think of women’s shampoo with disdain
For as my nose sits above the crowd
I smell women’s shampoo that makes my nose proud
And my nose rejoices among the all of the voices
Thank you oh thank you for all the shampoo choices!
The smell of the crowd now passes away
And your sweet smell brightens my day
Your commercials now no longer gain my ire
Instead I say let them transpire!
