Amendment To Coleridge - a Feghoot

Before the Mariner grew old, and sailed upon the wave, He had a wife, a daughter too... she drove him to his grave! T'was not the Albatross that cursed this man who rode upon the foam, Before all that his life was worse - with tales of ribbon, brush and comb. His daughter, see, had bright red locks. She kept them fresh by grooming; But could not see the mess she'd made when she was finished 'pruning'. At times like these, her father snapped; too tired and vexed to think: DAUGHTER, DAUGHTER! EVERY HAIR'S AGAIN DROPPED IN THE SINK!