Mrs. Wiggins Hair:A children’s poem Written and Narrated by Grandpa Mel

Mrs. Wiggins Hair:
A children’s poem Written and Narrated by Grandpa Mel
What a wonderful story based on a true event. A friend of mine was actually stopped at the airport and had her hair checked by security. How funny. Here's the Poem:
Mrs. Wiggins Hair:
A children’s poem Written and Narrated by Grandpa Mel
Mrs. Wiggins had 10 giant boxes
Full of ribbons, strings, and foxes.
So many items to short through.
She stored a dozen in her shoe.
With far too many for her purse
She gave some extras to her nurse.
With cats and candles, bricks and bows
She lined them up in endless rows.
Then finally in sad despair
She stashed some pencils in her hair.
Since other items seemed to fit
Her hair grew larger bit bit.
For want of cash to rent a shed
She tucked some flowers round her head.
Then day by day her hair-do grew
She stuffed in rings and elemer's glue.
Then at the airport late one day
Her hair would cause a slight delay.
Security could not but wonder
If she had stashed a bomb or plunder.
But when they loosed the bundles knot
The hardly found what they had sought.
For when her hair came whirling down
Ninety things upon fell on the ground.
A pair of gloves, a silver spoon, a porcelain figure of the moon.
Three movie tickets, a golden cricket, a hedge hog from the neighbors thicket.
And to the cops and crowds despair
Not one bomb was hidden there.
Not a gun or Billy Club
Not a dagger, not a thug
Not a knife or firecracker
Not brass knuckles from a bicker.
But at last it ended well.
She put all back.
No one could tell.
The End
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Thank You. Grandpa Mel