The Sasquatch Beautification Project

The other day Barb was combing her hair in preparation for church, and I said, "Oh, it's the Sasquatch Beautification Project, eh?"

So I had to write the poem below as penance.

It's better than a full-body cast.

I have come to the conclusion

that eyes are privileged to see;

Barb must be optic delusion,

none can be lovely as she.

I thought that she was pretty hot

on the morning that we met,

a feeling that I'll truly not

be able ever to forget,

but now I am forced to say

that the years exert a cost

on all others every day;

compared to Barb their cause is lost,

and their envy makes them green

beside cutest Sasquatch I have seen.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is ALREADY.

So have your dried your hair already?

C'mon, c'mon, you gotta go!

Just stand right there, still and steady,

and I will let the dryer blow,

but hey, there's lots of sparks a-flyin'

and the thing seems really dead,

but I know your hair needs drying,

and I have just the thing instead!

I'll just fetch my tanks and torch

and my trusty heating tip.

They're right out there on the porch,

I'll get them in and then let rip

and start you out upon your day

with hair that's dried the redneck way.

Three minutes thirty, and you're telling me you've NEVER done this?

Music from The Charlie Daniels Band, with The Legend Of Wooley Swamp

Sylvia is glad I didn't need a body cast. Bites don't heal well beneath plaster.