Laughter in chocolate brown strands

A bird of feathers. How could I not
laugh. Every time you try to ruffle through
your creamy brown locks I laugh. So hard
to be quiet but I do. Still not sure why you
bother because the "rooster" spiked part
only could be smoothed down from looking
in a mirror. The back of head is so hard to
see sitting forward. Lol.

Oh how grand it is to laugh and have a huge
grin hover over my face, all due to you.
Knowing the laughter rolls over and over
sapphires to slate. See the happy tune playing
inside my head down to my spirit.

So do not be mad at me if I take pleasure in
watching your efforts to smooth down wiry locks.

Dear me I am smiling too much. Goofy to boot.
A cause to make people wonder. A cause of
hidden mystery.

Still silent I stay until the words press from ink
to paper into blog. Do not hate me for getting
great humor out of your blunder. For indeed I
still am laughing at your sorry effort to contain
strands.

So laugh with me as I get a kick out of your actions.
I am certain there have been a few times you felt
the need to chuckle over my silliness.

So please I beg of forgiveness for laughing
at the efforts to tame unruly brown strands.

Next time just glance in mirror for there I will be
standing, handing more gel or a comb with a
huge smile of course.

See can't you hear my laughter on the wind?
Echoing down to the best sparkling blue eyes
you ever did see.

So thank you, sincerely, for the laughs over a
rough day.

See my quirky grin smiling back at you?