A War Within Bop

Every Spring there’s a battle cry from deep within the South; It raises the hair of millions for miles; Tempers rise and just continue to climb brushes try as styles explode mid motion; Nothing can stop the impending siege; Wild curls wage war with humidity; Summer follows suit bringing sweat to frizzed ringlets that go out of control; One goes up while the other goes down leaving bangs to hang limp like noodles; With longing you look at the ten percent; Over and over again failed products, new ingredients same formidable foe; Dog days leave you looking so unkept; Wild curls wage war with humidity; Doing this and trying that slaughtered instantly by air; Warriors fall this combat so daunting; Lean into the wind armed and dangerous; One final stand for the incorrigible; A worthy opponent? My old school hat. Wild curls wage war with humidity.