Oh, What The Hell!
by Carmen Ruggero
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Oh, What The Hell!
The color was fine,
I was pleased –
just needed a tweak.
“A trim,” I said, “a trim.”
“No problem,” she said.
Snip snip, trim trim.
“I didn’t mention a cut, now did I?”
Oh… dear, I looked like
a well groomed poodle –
just missing a few pink doodles.
“Now look what you’ve done,
and what the hell’s a ‘senior cut’?"
“It’s eleven dollars,” she smiled,
avoiding my eyes.
I knew how much it was,
I just wanted to know what,
but never mind the answer,
it was just what I got!
Like it doesn’t matter
any more, why take pride,
one foot on the grave,
you’re the hangman’s bride.
“We’ll fix it if you like…”
I left the shop in a huff.
I washed my mutilated protein,
and slapped on some setting jell,
“I look like a porcupine,” I cried.
I gazed at the mirror again –
well, I sniffled, color’s still fine,
style slightly matches my mood,
my raving temperament almost
so who the hell gives a damn
about their feeble intentions
so much that they should
make me cry?
I know I’m not old,
slightly mature – that’s all,
and there ain’t nothing wrong,
with a girl that’s all grown.
Carmen Ruggero .2004
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|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|You have crafted some excellent images. This peom drew me in and held my attention. Great job.|
|Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington
|Oh, my! Been there, done that. Loved how you presented this plight of the 'aged'. When you ask for a slight trim and something for easy care they assume you're not a gal on the go but one that moves to slow. Gotta hate moments like that.
|Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
|ENJOYED this well crafted write...|
|Reviewed by Dan Summerfield (Reader)
|Talk about a hair razoring experience...
|Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
|"...and aint nothing wrong with a girl that's all grown..."
Yer darn tootin' honey!
I remember a scene like this well, and now am letting my hair
grow out again.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
A fact of life,
Who cares about your hair,
It will grow back, so there...
Fun write, Carmen...Peace thru Words, Ed & Rufuz
|Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
|Carmen...I love you for writing this..
LOL..I surely can relate...they start
talking and lose all sense of what they
are doing to your hair...ask for a trim..
and come out nearly bald...hahaha...been
there done that...and who cares about gray
hair anyway...I think it is beautiful..
my mother in her 90's had the most beautiful
salt and pepper hair...I should be so lucky
to end up with it..very humorous and enjoyable
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|But forever young at heart, love the homour,and form..|
|Reviewed by RD Larson
|Spare my hair!
You've gotten it there,
Sez it all.
I want a fall.
I may not eat,
I may not eat,
but slave to my mop,
Dresser saves my top,
Whenleft to its own,
it's a pale Fro of odd tone,
I think you're on green tea,
For your energy out does me.
RD Larson ~Q^Q~
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|enjoyed the ending :-) I have been giving age a lot of thought lately, or at least the preception of it. It all started a few weeks ago when I looked in my mirror and loved the streaks of grey and silver playing on the top of my head where the dye is no longer in control. I thought about the people that told me I would feel younger and look better with my hair dyed. I now realized I made a mistake falling into their images of aging. Proudly I now walk with my grey hair showing :-)|
|Reviewed by Christine Morell
|Thanks for a very big smile today.I loved this
~Chrissie, living permanently in a bad hair day.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Carmen! I love your way with words but more I love your attitude!Great poem! Brava! I do my own hair, hate beauty parlors;-) My friends all think I'm weird, becasue I won't go to one!|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Been to the hairdresser Hmmmmmm??
O I am so glad I am not doing that job anymore...!!
Did it for 21 years.....it's a very risky job....lol!!
|Reviewed by Franz Kessler
|Funny, funny. Your poem made me smile, thanks. I look like a porcupine too, but I got shaved this morning. All pink skin, short, brushy. Franz|
|Reviewed by Denise Edwards
|I went to a shop only once, wanted "mink brown" hair. came out looking like I had a ball of fire on my head! talk about being "racy" at 40! Thanks for this one!|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|What the hell's wrong with getting old anyway??!! It's better than the alternative.
I love your 'Senior Cut' reference, Carmen. I've given in to these discounts now, and actually take advantage of them. Oh, what the hell! My spouse, however, still fights on, and she refuses to even acknowledge that she now has many 'Senior Moments, too!' Makes wonderful teasing opportunities for me.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|at first you poem made me laugh then i realized the crux of its motif ... we never become old as long as the creative spirit is within us, we just mature gracefully ...|
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
|Don't ya just hate it when you have to pay somebody to ruin your hair? Atleast it will grow out! Great rant Carmen! Lisa|