IS THIS PINK HAIR CREAM WHICH I SEE BEFORE ME

Six years ago, whilst touring England, we visited Anne Hathaway’s cottage, In Stratford upon Avon, I saw William Shakespeare’s ghost. Boldly I Approached him, Mr. Shakespeare Sir, may I use part of your Macbeth’s, Soliloquy for my new poem, very alike to how to I interpreted part of Your Hamlet’s soliloquy for my poem I wrote, ‘To pink or not to pink’. He bowed and replied ‘of course my lady’. I had tried to phone Chrisi my hairdresser, but she was on leave, Oh dear, oh dear, a long sad sigh did I heave, I had to think Quick and in a blink. Out of all colors pink is my fav, so last night decided to surprise hubby for Tomorrow’s big day, ran a tub of hot water, and took my time, Soaking in pink bubbles that overflowed , my pink hair hidden under A pink towel, Barbie style, thus completing this stanza in mostly rhyme. Tomorrow is our anniversary, we are in the throes of celebration, the time, five Minutes to midnight, in a dramatic voice Hubby said ‘IS THIS PINK HAIR CREAM WHICH I SEE BEFORE ME’ and gently took my towel off my head. My pink hair tumbled down, he Took me in his arms, suddenly the celestial skies opened up their gates, and angels Played their harps as the moon’s crest swung us in its cusp. Oh, sweet dreams, thank You for showering us both with the love and passion we desired, and for the inspiration To color my hair pink again, which hubby loves. Happy Anniversary sweetheart hubby said, you can go any color you want, as long as you Always remember, you are my alien wife from maybe Venus or Mars, And my brightest of stars, In Heaven’s constellation. Please read my first pink poem "To Pink Or Not To Pink" so that you can follow my second pink poem.