Oh, My Hair!

My hair! My hair! Where has it all gone? I had more yesterday, long and blonde But now it falls, like leaves on a tree How could my hair be so mean to me! Well, I must admit, I was not fair Can I help if I wanted blonde hair? It was my trademark, it made me fine But now that's gone, I can only whine. Each three weeks, I punished any brown with peroxide, I'd disdain and frown. I'm sure it burned and gave my scalp pain, but how lovely to be blonde again. But now revenge has begun in full. (I think it has broken all hair rules!) First, it traded my sweet blonde for grey, Then, not long after, that went away. Then white appeared, what? I am not old! Who said this tale just had to be told? I still have some hair, but it goes fast. If I lose all, a blonde wig will last!