Dear locks of mine,
I am so very grateful that you’ve chosen to remain faithful all these long years.
Though many of my friends’ manes have betrayed them, abandoning their crowns like rats from a sinking ship, you’ve stayed with me.
And there are so few albinos among you.
In spite of my metabolism grinding to a shuddering halt, my joints creaking and popping with gravel between the bones, my eyes no longer enjoying words near them but preferring text at arms length and my memory switching off and on in random fashion… yes, despite all of these decrepitudes, you still treat me as if I were a young man.
I am so very appreciative, it seems almost churlish to ask you this one favor. But…
Would you please, if you could, stop sending missionaries to my back, nostrils, eyebrows and ear canals.
I really have no need for strands resembling the leg of a large spider to protrude from said body parts.
Though, after the way I treated you in the eighties, I suppose I should simply be grateful I have you at all.
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Bob Cleveland
on Jan 27th, 2009
@ 9:40 am:
Hey .. I wouldn’t be dissin’ the locks for sending out missionaries. Get’em hacked off at you and they may just up and MOVE there.
Mine did.
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John Stickley
on Jan 27th, 2009
@ 11:18 am:
LOL!
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Gary
on Jan 27th, 2009
@ 2:31 pm:
Would that be “missionaries” or “servant messengers?”
Loved the post.
art rogers
on Jan 27th, 2009
@ 2:39 pm:
No, they have more of an “invade & conquer” mentality. Not much in the way of servitude there.