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?