BAD HAIR DAY
There was a young lady named Fairday
On Monday she had a bad hair day
She twisted and clipped
But it flopped and it flipped
That poor young lady named Fairday.
She let her hair down
But she looked like a clown
Then she wailed and she cried
Said "Be damned, I've no pride"
So went to work wearing a crown.
c ELR 2013