I waved farewell to my hairstyle,
as I walked outside the front door,
As the wind played about and my hair stood on end
I wished I could sink through the floor.
All the combing and brushing that morning
was completely lost in a trice
As I walked down the street, hair over eyes, totally blind,
I wished I was bald, . . . wouldn’t that be nice?
If everyone was follicly challenged,
no problem surely there’d be?
as all that would show is the shape of your head
and a highly polished pate, you see?
BUT thinking again it would show up the ears,
sticking out as they do, one each side,
at least with hair, they’re covered safely away
That decided, on windy days . . . I’ll just hide.
LadyP © 2010