Do Not Curse This Nurse

WHATEVER YOU WANT THIS TO BE ENTITLED Golden curls are found where diamonds sleep Glittering golden curls be the lady’s crown She knows the seraphim and the secrets they keep And now she can create a smile from a frown A twinkle follows wherever she may tread And yes, her hair will forever glow Because of her everything in the world should be painted red And she requires no rainbow ribbons nor bow She should have been born of royalty or a queen I cannot find the loom on which her locks were spun Helping humanity is her baby she coddles with care Protecting all from rain, heat and a blazing sun This is a princess with flesh so fair And as to competitors the lady has none No god could replicate the exact color of her hair And she’s lucky to have it, but her husband is the truly lucky one! (C) 2011 ~free cee!~ Phreepoetry