Bedhead
I look in the mirror
And it doesn’t look right.
My hairs sticking up,
I look such a fright.
I’m not sure what happened,
It was fine before bed
I washed it and combed it
Should I have gelled it instead?
I look like a Peacock
All sprouting with feathers.
Or, a toy helecopter
With fluffy propellers.
So, I wet it and press it
And get all in a flap!
I can’t stick it down,
So... I’ll just wear my cap!
And it doesn’t look right.
My hairs sticking up,
I look such a fright.
I’m not sure what happened,
It was fine before bed
I washed it and combed it
Should I have gelled it instead?
I look like a Peacock
All sprouting with feathers.
Or, a toy helecopter
With fluffy propellers.
So, I wet it and press it
And get all in a flap!
I can’t stick it down,
So... I’ll just wear my cap!
This poem is copyright (©) Jason Heppenstall 2024
About the Writer
Jason Heppenstall
Jason began his career as an actor, working in most genres of the profession from Musical Theatre, television to Voice-Acting.
In 2004 Jason trained as a teacher of Speech & Drama and has worked in many primary schools throught Sussex. He set up a thriving weekend stage school, specialising in Musical Theatre which turns 20 years this year (2024).
Jason has just completed his first collection on poems, themed around a Neurodivergent child.
