Ponytail
I haven't had a ponytail
Since I was very young
And even then, most likely,
Into braids my hair was hung.
When frizz set in, I chopped my locks
And thus the die was cast,
So ponytails and pigtails were
A remnant of the past.
But when I see a jogger
With her ponytail a'bounce,
Its jaunty whipping of the air
Seems like it does announce:
Just check me out! I'm oh, so cool
And confident and fit.
So feast your jealous eyes -
I'm the epitome of IT!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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