zobothehobo
Scooby
So on the thread about the pictures of young James a lot of people were commenting on his amazing and adorable curls. So I figured I'd post this.
A while back (on his birthday) a fan wrote a poem and recited it for him at the Chicago Comic-con. It's called Hair Homage.
Hair Homage
by Iesha M. Rose (a.k.a. Immortal Beloved)
Were I to write a poem,
I'd wax about your hair:
So thick, and lush, and lavish,
And just so very"¦there!
Oh, copious, coiled curls of wonder!
Oh, wanton ringlets,
Dark and rich like umber,
With silver filaments!
Whether long and shaggy,
Or whether freshly mown,
Your hair seems to have
A mind of its own.
One flopsy forelock"”
That puckisk little imp"”
Dances and prances
Like a peacocking pimp.
Sometimes, I stare in wonderment,
Eyes glazed over in trance.
Your hair is like Franz Mesmer,
Hypnotized with just a glance.
Once (or twice, or thrice"¦),
I confess, I copped a feel.
"˜Twas just as I'd imagined:
Silken, soft, surreal.
Tick-tock, goes Time's clock.
Yet, your hair still mocks
All those poor, bald bastards,
Coveting your locks.
No need for hair-loss treatments,
No Propecia or Rogaine.
Waves crown you with glory
Like the lion's mane.
Delilah shore her Samson,
But I would never cut.
If your hair were mine to cherish,
I'd be a hair-porn slut.
Alas, you hair remains illusive,
A fancy, a mirage.
And I am but a poetaster;
So, I pay homage.
To see the video of the poem being read to James, click here
A while back (on his birthday) a fan wrote a poem and recited it for him at the Chicago Comic-con. It's called Hair Homage.
Hair Homage
by Iesha M. Rose (a.k.a. Immortal Beloved)
Were I to write a poem,
I'd wax about your hair:
So thick, and lush, and lavish,
And just so very"¦there!
Oh, copious, coiled curls of wonder!
Oh, wanton ringlets,
Dark and rich like umber,
With silver filaments!
Whether long and shaggy,
Or whether freshly mown,
Your hair seems to have
A mind of its own.
One flopsy forelock"”
That puckisk little imp"”
Dances and prances
Like a peacocking pimp.
Sometimes, I stare in wonderment,
Eyes glazed over in trance.
Your hair is like Franz Mesmer,
Hypnotized with just a glance.
Once (or twice, or thrice"¦),
I confess, I copped a feel.
"˜Twas just as I'd imagined:
Silken, soft, surreal.
Tick-tock, goes Time's clock.
Yet, your hair still mocks
All those poor, bald bastards,
Coveting your locks.
No need for hair-loss treatments,
No Propecia or Rogaine.
Waves crown you with glory
Like the lion's mane.
Delilah shore her Samson,
But I would never cut.
If your hair were mine to cherish,
I'd be a hair-porn slut.
Alas, you hair remains illusive,
A fancy, a mirage.
And I am but a poetaster;
So, I pay homage.
To see the video of the poem being read to James, click here