The Man With A Head For A Towel is a sequel of sorts to a previous poem of mine, The Man With A Towel For A Head. As ridiculous as the concept is, it suddenly occurred to me that if one man’s head had, for some bizarre reason, been swapped with a towel, then doesn’t it make sense that somewhere, someone’s towel was swapped with a head! How completely awful would that be? In keeping with the previous poem, this is another limerick. I’m still quite new at writing limericks but I quite like this one, if only for it’s sheer stupidity.
The Man With A Head For A Towel
The man with a head for a towel
Was drying himself with a scowl
The head in his hand
Said ‘Your belly is bland’
Then disappeared into a cowl