The Wig

Mom dated a guy who wore a toupee and it was clearly a toupee. The dialect is old southern. It was fun to write and even more fun to read it to my mom

Didn’t I tell you? George stopped by t’see me the other day. Girl he ain’t changed a bit.

Struttin round like he mister it.

You know his way always tryin to be mister big,

but girl let me tell you bout his wig!

Yes!, you heard me right!

To keep from laughin he had to leave my sight!

Naw, It didn’t seem to botha him none

I was fit to be tied, I was done!

I ain’t seen nothing that funny in years,

I laughed so long and hard my eyes justa spewin out tears.

You and me both know that man is up in age,

Lookin at his head, I’m tellin, girl he b’long on a stage!

Why you think he wears it? To look younger I suppose

But somebody need to tell that brotha ain’t nothing he kin do bout getting ole.