ODE TO A HAIR-BRUSH
Oh wondorous, sensational hair-brush,
Oh perfect, divine hair-brush.
I savour your smooth hard back which is a
I value your swirly writing on the front of your
Fat, round, gorgeous handle.
I relish your superb, fabulous bristles as they run
through my silky hair.
I treasure you as I fight my sister off under
the table with you.
I worship you when you're my very short
walking stick to hold up my back.
Oh, hair-brush, oh phenomenal, admirable hair-
I adore how you lie on my dressing table
and don't even twitch like a caterpillar
You are a hair-brush
You are the most special hair-brush in the
Olivia (aged 8).