Cap-turing Curly Chaos
Oh, curly hair, why must you be so bold?
A swimming cap's coming, get ready to be cold!
You twist and you turn, you fight and you flee
but I'll get you covered, just you wait and see!
The cap's a tight fit, it's a curly squeeze
my hair's putting up a fight, with all its might and ease.
I'm stretching and pulling, with grunts and with groans.
Till, finally! It's on and my curls are like stones!
Now! I'm a smooth operator, a sight to behold.
My curly hair's subdued, like a story untold.
I'm ready to splash, with a grin on my face
and my hair will be fine, in its designated place!
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