Written by: Miss Wattle

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