Original Nursery Rhyme- Hedge Head

This is a coming of age poem I wrote in high school. I hope you enjoy it. I still do.

Hedge Head

I may seem a bit rough around the edges,

But I’m just a garden of animal shaped hedges,

And I am sculpted,

Like from Edward Scissor Hands,

Except he cut off my head,

And placed a dictionary instead,

And then he said,

Open the book,

And just take a look,

And fill your mind with words, words, words,

Let’s fill your mind with words, words, words,

And then he left and said to find out what those words mean, mean, mean,

Figure out what they mean, mean, mean,

But he forgot that I’m so very green, green, green,

Cuz I’m just a hedge with a dictionary for a head,

And I’m placed at the front of the yard,

And all the neighbors oh how they talk,

And all the neighbors oh how they gawk,

“What the hell is that?”

Is what they say,

“Can someone please tell me what the hell is that?”

Is what they say all day every day,

But I can’t speak, speak, speak,

But I open my pages to the word freak, freak, freak,

But they can’t take a look,

At my open book,

Even if it’s highlighted,

They’re just too frightened,

And they won’t fill their minds with my words, words, words,

They shun at my words, words, words,

And they don’t know what they mean, mean, mean,

Cuz a hedge with a dictionary for a head,

Is all that is seen, seen, seen,

And I’m still so very green, green, green,

And Edward never came back.

By Monica Adrian

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