Collage poetry

A wisp of long black hair,

Cuddles the creative mind,

The creative mind laughs at the hair.

The hair smiles,

While the clothes scowls a bit.

But it soon cheers up when it is given money by hair.

The beard and pipe comes in,

Working on the computer.

The creative mind and clothes sigh,

The computer tape recorder is on (for real).

Creative mind goes up to its room,

North pole.

Smile at the pet teeth and bald tail,

Picks it up and strokes it.

Down stairs,

Muck heap,

Slobber and paintbrush woof joyfully as hair strokes them.

Beard and pipe is concentrating on computer work,

Not to be disturbed.

While clothes goes out,

To spend the money.

And THATS my family!!!