Broccoli Head

My hair can quite unruly be

When left to grow unstintingly,

Yet rather than stretch steadily

Towards the floor, 'twould actually

Make waves and curls 'til - poof - I see

A vegetable has formed on me.

Yet I won't trim it instantly,

For though the strands run rampantly

(And tangle intermittently),

I revel in the oddity

That I, with such a hirsute tree, 

Am broccoli.

-EDP

Reviews

[lakinbob]

I like different and this certainly qualifies, clever too.

At my age I haven't got enough hair left to look like a broccoli,
I can only just manage a sprout or two. :)

[emipoemi]

So maybe there's a poem in that....? Thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.

[Rania M]

Never been a fan of broccoli! A very odd looking veggie indeed. And the taste! Uh! Love your description of this oddity!
‘A vegetable has formed on me’ almost reminded me of a tumour! And a hirsute one at that! I’ll be staying away for sure. :)
Enjoyed this poem very much, dear Emipoemi !

[emipoemi]

can't quite fathom how a vegetable could be likened to a tumour, and I for sure would like to stay away from that too. Glad you enjoyed it, though. Thanks for reading.

[Rania M]

Welcome emipoemi! Looking to reading more of your lovely poetry !

[Linxer]

So cute, Emipoemi! I have a lot of respect for any poet who's able to find an uplifting chord in everyday things. There's something so cool about pointing out the beauty of the most humble source. And with the quarantine causing so much panic, it's needed more than ever. Great job! 🙂

[emipoemi]

Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it

[Moonie]

I enjoyed the rhymes a lot, and can relate with being a broccoli head meself!
What I really liked is that the broccoli hair aren't treated as a flaw, rather just like any physical feature which is slightly different from the norm. We have a very rigid standard of beauty, and anything that does not adhere to that is dubbed ugly, but every feature(including unruly hair) is unique in its own right.

[emipoemi]

I'm a champion for unique qualities and quirks that single out the weirdos (I even have a poem about that somewhere on my page). So glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

knew i would like this...my favorite vegetable to eat...not sure if it is my favorite hairdo...
but this is very clever in the rhyme worked into it.
I think we all revel in what makes us different from others...at least i would like to think we would do that rather than be disappointed if we are not like everyone else.
j.

[emipoemi]

it's a good way to think. As I say in a crowd favourite of mine: "Weirdos make the best of friends". Thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.

[Gee]

Clever. Not that you give a flying fig but my ending ..Am now akin to brocolli.
Enjoyed the read.

[emipoemi]

I give more of a fig than you think I give about you giving a fig, I just know what I'm doing. The "broken" finish is intentional, as otherwise it would feel a bit off and monotonous. For if you examine, the absurdity is more in the final sounds, not so much in the message, so the musicality is moving to hit those specific sounds. If I kept the iambic flow to the last line it would feel monotonous and the ending wouldn't come off as good. The humour is in the flow, not the words themselves. But glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.

[Gee]

Pleasure, fig pleasure :)

[barleygirl]

I loved this poem before I read it. That title just slays! And the poem delivers! This is my idea of a fun rhyming riff where the narrator uses self-deprecation for humor & it's done so well, so perky, so visual! I love hearing about fondness for broccoli head, whereas most consider it a curse. My hair is bone straight, spent two decades (80's & 90's) suffering thru a constant onslaught of bad curly perms that destroyed my hair . . . nothing can imitate naturally curly hair! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[emipoemi]

self deprecation is where I shine most. I believe if you can't find the joke in your embarrassment, then you haven't been experiencing life properly. Thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.

[Paul Bell]

Used to talk to my hair when I was getting ready for school, usually with the words, why can't you be straight like normal hair, swear to god I'll cut you off if you don't flatten down.

[emipoemi]

everybody has their thing. thanks for reading.