A hairy man once roamed the earth, <br />a hairy thing, was he from birth, <br />the years would come, the years would go, <br />each year that passed, his hair would grow, <br />it grew so thick, his mum dispaired, <br />yet she kept trimming off his hair, <br />til sissors worn to nubs one day, <br />he shucked his clothes, and ran away, <br />his back, his bum, his chest, his head, <br />was covered with thick hair, it's said, <br />no need for clothes, so he wore none, <br />people would laugh, and he would run, <br />no runner born on Earth could beat, <br />this hairy critter with big feet, <br />he slept by day and roamed by night, <br />for cruel folk, had made him shy, <br />quite good in heart was he, bigfoot, <br />he never stole, he never took, <br />one day while he munched watercress, <br />he found a maiden in distress, <br />amazed, he looked upon her form, <br />her feet were bare, her dress was torn, <br />he towered over her and stared, <br />at all this chick's excessive hair, <br />he helped her up, not one word said, <br />he touched her hand, and smiled instead, <br />hand-in-hand, they walked from there, <br />to go where people could not stare, <br />the legend of big-foot began, <br />the night two hairy people ran, <br />into the lovely forrest green, <br />To mostly lived their lives, unseen<br /><br />Elizabeth Lindberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-legend-of-big-foot/
