Is My Hair Messy
Is my hair messy? Asked the fish with a swish.
Apparently, this was not the fish’s first wish.
For on his face, he was wearing red specs.
He stretched his muscles, giving me a flex.
I could not get past the glasses, did not notice the hair.
It is okay, I said, which was a stretch of me being fair
How did you like the glasses? The godmother asked with a tee hee.
They were really something, I replied. Can you get some for me?
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