Hair's Fair Share

Thought I had the ugliest hair 
                    in the whole neighborhood;

     rebelliously stiff and coarse, hard-headedly  
                               thick and crude;

            long or short, gel and comb it fought 
                       like it was made of wood,

          like a furious porcupine bristling at you
                                  if you're rude;

             but then at our high school reunion 
                          it made me feel good;

                though unkempt 'twas the object 
                              of salivating envy

                       of those who paid dearly 
                for a hair transplant or a toupee;

          so now about my hair I have a happier 
                                  point of view:

       just comb it slow,make it glow, so it won't 
                                 abandon you!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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