This is my first illustration. It's plasticine! (Feb.26,2010)
This is a poem I wrote last week, inspired by a certain long haired customer. I think that I will try to do illustrations and make it into a children's book.
Tangled Tess
Tess's hair was much too curly,
Full of tangles, so unruly.
Tess's Mom said, "Comb your hair now,
I can hardly see your eyes!"
Tess complained to her Aunt Susie
That her hair was too darned curly.
"I wish I had hair like you do,
Straight and shiny,
Sleek and perfect.
Why is my hair so unruly?"
Her Aunt Susie said, "Don't worry,
I will brush it. It will surely
Calm down and you'll
Look quite pretty."
So Aunt Susie brushed it thoroughly
But it still was too unruly.
Suddenly the brush just vanished
Into Tess's hair!
Tess's Aunt searched quite completely
Through her hair
Then she said bleakly,
"I'm afraid my brush is history,
Never to be found.
After that, nobody dared
To put a brush near Tess's hair.
She let it go and didn't brush it,
It just grew completely wild.
When Mom suggested she have a shower
Tess refused and she did glower,
"It hurts too much
To get the knots out.
It's fine the way it is!
Toast and jam she had for breakfast.
She ate one piece,
One piece vanished.
With a facecloth washed her face
It was gone without a trace.
Tess was finished breakfast early,
Tried to brush her teeth so pearly.
Lost the toothbrush,
Couldn't find it.
It had vanished too!
When she went to catch her school bus,
The driver mistook her for a big bush,
Drove right by and left her standing,
Sadly in her yard.
Poor Tess!
Her mom dropped her off at school then.
When in class she searched for her pen.
Couldn't find it,
Had to borrow
One from her friend Joe.
When it vanished too, she panicked,
Told the teacher that she felt sick,
Headed home and threw a tantrum,
Jumping up and down.
"I hate my hair, it's too unruly!
Why is it so gosh-darned curly?
All I want in this whole world is
To have normal hair.
Her hamster Bud ran round his cage,
He was frightened by her rage.
She took him out,
And in five minutes he had vanished too!
Poor Bud!
"That is it!
I'm going to shave off
All my hair and wear a ball cap,
I can't stand it anymore," she said
While kicking on the floor.
Her mother said , "Now calm down Tess,
I realize your hair's a mess.
I'll buy a straightener for your birthday.
I'm sure that it will work!"
On her birthday Tess awoke,
She'd dreamed it all had been a joke.
She put her hand up to her hair,
And almost lost it too!
Tess agreed to have a bath.
You're so smart, you do the math!
What from her hair did appear?
Aunt Susie's brush,
Some toast and jam,
A toothbrush and
Joe's favorite pen.
Even some of last night's stew,
A pencil sharpener,
A bottle of glue.
And there, swimming on his back
Was Bud,
And he looked quite relaxed.
Tess picked him up
and dried him off.
And put him on the floor.
"Now Tess," her mom said,
"Some new conditioner I'll apply."
'For curly hair' it did imply.
Her hair felt smooth,
More in control,
Which soothed poor Tess's frazzled soul.
Her mom was the one who saved the day.
She straightened Tess's frizz away
And soon her curls , that were unruly,
Turned into hair that hung so smoothly.
Tess's hair was sleek and shiny . . .
For at least a day!
This is a poem I wrote last week, inspired by a certain long haired customer. I think that I will try to do illustrations and make it into a children's book.
Tangled Tess
Tess's hair was much too curly,
Full of tangles, so unruly.
Tess's Mom said, "Comb your hair now,
I can hardly see your eyes!"
Tess complained to her Aunt Susie
That her hair was too darned curly.
"I wish I had hair like you do,
Straight and shiny,
Sleek and perfect.
Why is my hair so unruly?"
Her Aunt Susie said, "Don't worry,
I will brush it. It will surely
Calm down and you'll
Look quite pretty."
So Aunt Susie brushed it thoroughly
But it still was too unruly.
Suddenly the brush just vanished
Into Tess's hair!
Tess's Aunt searched quite completely
Through her hair
Then she said bleakly,
"I'm afraid my brush is history,
Never to be found.
After that, nobody dared
To put a brush near Tess's hair.
She let it go and didn't brush it,
It just grew completely wild.
When Mom suggested she have a shower
Tess refused and she did glower,
"It hurts too much
To get the knots out.
It's fine the way it is!
Toast and jam she had for breakfast.
She ate one piece,
One piece vanished.
With a facecloth washed her face
It was gone without a trace.
Tess was finished breakfast early,
Tried to brush her teeth so pearly.
Lost the toothbrush,
Couldn't find it.
It had vanished too!
When she went to catch her school bus,
The driver mistook her for a big bush,
Drove right by and left her standing,
Sadly in her yard.
Poor Tess!
Her mom dropped her off at school then.
When in class she searched for her pen.
Couldn't find it,
Had to borrow
One from her friend Joe.
When it vanished too, she panicked,
Told the teacher that she felt sick,
Headed home and threw a tantrum,
Jumping up and down.
"I hate my hair, it's too unruly!
Why is it so gosh-darned curly?
All I want in this whole world is
To have normal hair.
Her hamster Bud ran round his cage,
He was frightened by her rage.
She took him out,
And in five minutes he had vanished too!
Poor Bud!
"That is it!
I'm going to shave off
All my hair and wear a ball cap,
I can't stand it anymore," she said
While kicking on the floor.
Her mother said , "Now calm down Tess,
I realize your hair's a mess.
I'll buy a straightener for your birthday.
I'm sure that it will work!"
On her birthday Tess awoke,
She'd dreamed it all had been a joke.
She put her hand up to her hair,
And almost lost it too!
Tess agreed to have a bath.
You're so smart, you do the math!
What from her hair did appear?
Aunt Susie's brush,
Some toast and jam,
A toothbrush and
Joe's favorite pen.
Even some of last night's stew,
A pencil sharpener,
A bottle of glue.
And there, swimming on his back
Was Bud,
And he looked quite relaxed.
Tess picked him up
and dried him off.
And put him on the floor.
"Now Tess," her mom said,
"Some new conditioner I'll apply."
'For curly hair' it did imply.
Her hair felt smooth,
More in control,
Which soothed poor Tess's frazzled soul.
Her mom was the one who saved the day.
She straightened Tess's frizz away
And soon her curls , that were unruly,
Turned into hair that hung so smoothly.
Tess's hair was sleek and shiny . . .
For at least a day!
