Hairs Hairs

by Mike O'Brien
(Christchurch New Zealand)

First you find one then you find two
After looking around you find quite a few

You can't stop sneezing,it's that time again
The cat's started moulting oh what a pain

You go to the drug store to get drops for your nose
You can't stop sneezing you have hairs on your cloths

When you get home and pass the front door
The sun shows more hairs all over the floor

You try to sweep them,you curse and you moan
The hairs dance around wit a mind of their own

Out comes the vacuum and in less than a minute
The vacuum has worked the hairs are all in it

This is only the start,you have not won the war
The Cat's in the house so there's bound to be more

To the kitchen you go but the Cat's been in there
The counter and sink are now both coverd in hair

You find hair on the couch, bed, and the chairs
On top of the table and way up the stairs

You enter the laundry, the Cat's beat you to it
The washing is ruined, the cat't been right through it

You use the vacuum again,there's hair an the mat
The vacuum is full with more hairs than the Cat

The hair is now gone it's out in the bin
But now the DOG'S moulting, AND HE'S JUST WALKED IN.
(c) Mike O'Brien.