He said," your hair looks nice,
have you had it cut?"
I said "I had it done last week".
And then after being led down a blind alley of conversation,
I died,
I became a ruddy clam.

I don't get noticed.
Well never in August anyway,
In September I get noticed,
by those who just remember having seen me,
some place or other before,
not recalling,
where or when.

Me neither I'm afraid to say,
I see such an abundance of characters every day.
A few stick in my mind, not many tho'.

I'm never noticed beneath the full moon,
that only seems to happen in June.
In October, I get noticed by squirrel chaps,
but,they're only hunting nuts,
and I'm not one you know.

So,
To the chap,
who commented on my hair,
a smile, a thank you,
"you're so kind to say,
it looked a little better before it started going grey."
I toddled back home on the crest of a wave,
maybe,
just maybe,
I should have continued conversing,
instead of just walking away.
(c) LIVVI