To Pink Or Not To Pink

When I went to bed last night, my hair was fairer, Yet, when I looked at the mirror today, a stranger was there, More grey than fair, I’m eccentric, I’m a poet for Goodness’ sake, I say what I mean, and I mean I what I say, So back to the hairdresser I am going today. Some like it black, or red, even blue or green, my color is pink. Chrisy, my dear, what have you done to my hair, I wanted a whitish blonde, you are renowned for your flair. Light pink will blend in with mine and complement the blonde, Please say you will fix my color and do my hair as I want. I needed to tell hubby about what I had decided to do, I think it will look great, he said, so out to dinner we went, Happy I had my answer, to the question of ‘should I’. What a wonderful night, it was as if we were out on a first date, My husband and I, who is my best friend, lover and mate. We dined under a full moon and millions of stars, My pink hair shimmering, maybe they think hubby had Married the first alien woman from Venus or Mars, I whispered this in my husband’s ear. There’s my poet he replied.