Quiffs of the Hair (Miroslav Antic)

Quiffs of the hair are usually found
Down to the nose
Or over the brow,
But there’s one blond quiff, golden like bread,
Guess where it lies?
Inside my head!

How can hair be inside the head?

Just like that -
Inside my head.
But it’s not my blond quiff, it ought to be said
But that of the prettiest girl from the Class ‘6.a’.

“So what?” you ask.

You’ll see what, one day
When the lock of another’s hair
Into your head does stray.
And you become wise,
and you flush,
and little by little… you blush.
And you bite your nails
And hide your look
And you write secret notes in the margin of your book.
And you sulk
And you’re a bit of a mess
And you try to study – what nonsense!

You confuse hens with goats,
pyramids and notes.
You confuse works of art with salads,
butterflies and ballads.
You confuse crocodiles and barn owls.
And tropical plants. And a king’s wealth
‘till you just don’t know what to do with yourself.

Now you see what a blond quiff means
When inside your head it intervenes.
And from a boy – a hero in his own right,
It creates a clumsy creature – a pitiful sight.