Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Cross Hairs

An old man waited for a bus,
And couldn't help but steady stare
At a young man who made a fuss,
"Why are you gawking at my hair?"
The hair was at least a foot long,
And stood straight up in hardened spikes,
Making a vision quite headstrong -
Orange, red, yellow and green strands - yikes!
"Stop staring," yelled the younger guy,
"I don't like being a peep show."
Smiling, the old man did reply,
"No harm intended. But you know -"

"Cross a parrot with a shot gun,"
"And you surely could be their son."