A twizzler, half-eaten, sitting on a chair
Is better than finding a pile of hair.
Strange things my students do–
Oh, do I have stories for you.
I once had a student, Michael M.,
Who questioned all students, asking ‘em,
“Can I have just one of your hairs?”
For him, each peer plucked out one of theirs.
Curly and straight, blonde and brown:
The hairs in his hand caused me to frown.
“Michael, this is weird,” I said,
“Taking hairs from your peers’ heads…”
He looked at me like a deer in the headlights.
Then he threw them away to avoid any fights.