AN: I don't work for Disney so I obviously don't own Star Wars. Well, this is my first attempt at writing SW poetry. I guess since SW turns forty this month I thought I should flex my creative muscles a bit.
"Scruffy"
By EsmeAmelia
I wake up in the morning
and you ain't there
to mess with my hair
and call me scruffy
like you did every morning
for I don't know how many years.
Ever since that day
when you first called me scruffy
(among other insults)
the word became ours,
but where is it now?
You messed up my hair,
making it scruffier,
back before it turned gray,
before I started finding
strands of it on my pillow
almost every morning.
If it all falls out,
will I still be your scruffy nerfherder
despite being bald?
You called me scruffy
back when we had a son
to get ready for school
and I'd play with your hair too
(which wasn't real neat either,
not that I'd ever call you scruffy)
and for a while we thought
happy endings were possible.
When you wake up
wherever your secret base is,
do you wish I were there
and you could call me scruffy?
Will I ever know?
Where is our word scruffy now?
Leia, could you turn back time
and call me scruffy once again?