When I walked out this morning <br />There was dandruff everywhere, <br />Dandruff on the pathways, <br />Dandruff falling through the air, <br />Somebody huge was high up there <br />Combing and combing his shaggy hair! ! <br /> <br />'Why don't you use some shampoo? ! ' I shouted. <br /> <br />No answer. <br /> <br />Then there was a roll of thunder <br />And I ran back indoors. <br />I didn't know why I was frightened <br />But I thought it was rather sinister: <br /> <br />SOMEBODY was definitely up there, <br />Combing and combing his shaggy hair! ! <br /> <br />Later a chap with a yellow face came along <br />And tidied away the dandruff: <br />He was a warm and jovial person <br />And soon the snowdrops and daffodils were blooming.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-snow-scene/
