Wig Worms and Time Travelling Stories
By Sheila and/or Amber, Oct 13 2016 02:30PM
I wrote this a little while ago for Uncle Adam, now its for Mr. Adam Rogers because I misplaced the most dapper (dapperist?) man in London´s handkerchief. So as a place holder here is a story!
The wig Worm
The Wig Worm works on Saville Row,
He has the Midas Touch,
For any head accouterments,
And gels and sprays and such
For Leroy's balding pate he made
A splendid glowing crown
Of silky ocean seaweed hairs
Of blue and black and brown
For Ronda's birthday party suit
He ordered fresh from France
Forty snails in every color
Who on command would dance
His fame across the land did spread
For bouffants, quiffs and bobs,
The wig worm is the only man!
He’s always on the job!
And then one day the shop bell rang
A very merry tring!
And in swept in the majestic pair
Of England's Queen and King
Oh Wig Worm! Sir! We come to you!
Our heads need your attention
the biggest gala in the world!
We need a wig invention!
The wig worm bowed a noble bow,
And pulled out his tape measure
And wrapping round their royal brows
He whispered -it is my pleasure-
But as soon as little wig worm sat
He clutched his head in shock
He had developed from the pressure
The dreaded worm wig block!
Oh what to do! Im simply stumped!
His face dropped in despair
With all this stress! I am a mess!
Im pulling out my hair!
Cecilia his trusty aid
Hearing his gloomy wail
Dusted off the time machine
And prepared them to set sail
Fiddling with the time dial
She set 1701
¨well sort your little wig worm block!
And maybe have some fun!
the court of louis 14th!
the greatest wig formation!
Look about, without a doubt!
You'll find your inspiration!
And Wig worm with a heady grin
Almost fainted with the glee
Wigs and wiggles, perukes and plumes
As far as the eye could see
He waltzed right through the court
Taking in the scene
of powders, tufts and delightful ruffs
And everything in between
And day and night for two whole weeks
He sketched a built and made
The most glorious of all his wigs
Shellacked in gold pomade
The Kings was crafted in the thread
Of silk worms fed on tea
With owls to sing out every hour
In silver filigree
Upon the top was sat a rose
That wafted round the room
The smells of english gardens
And summer in full bloom
The queens was made of diamond curls
And sunny daffodils
coated in blue robins eggs
And peacock feather quills
With chandeliers filled with lights
That twinkled like the stars
And shot out little fire flies
That lit the mens cigars
And macaroons in every shade
Of pastel green and blue
That fluttered round the palace grounds
and fed the children too
Oh Wig Worm! Cried the queen aloud
We are just so delighted
The king pulled out his royal sword
Kneel Wig worm! To be knighted!
I want a story about me please thanks
How does your mind churn these out?!
I want to have a look in there