Hairs

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.