Words Can Express
With a Little Distortion;
No Need To Guess –
My Face Is My Fortune.
The above drawings were created in the 1960s by four 10 and 11 year old pupils in my class at a Putney (London) Primary School.
I Am Who I Am
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On the Pleasures of Being Hirsute
On the Pleasures of Being Hirsute
Oh for the hair to grow at will,
For growth to flourish unchecked until,
A healthy tash achieved at last,
Measurements rarely ever surpassed.
Twirls and swirls and supercurls,
Better than ever seen on girls,
Now adorned his hirsute face,
Hardly left a breathing space.
To grow so hairy takes a while;
Shame it covers up his smile.
But he is happy, quite ecstatic,
Loves the look, so charismatic.
Roland's Ragbag 