Lenore was a grumpy teenage girl with rainbow hair
She was miffed with her mom, and she did not care
Her mother wanted her to comb and tame her mane
That did not interest the artistic grumpy queen of Cain
Lenore stomped around until her feet swelled up
Refused to feed the cat or water her Daddy’s pup
I love my hair the way it is right now!
Her daddy came by and agreed with a “wow!”
Grumpy girl’s mother finally let it slide.
She took her daughter to church, but wanted to hide.
Old ladies surrounded them before they got out the door.
“Wish I had done that!” “This is beautiful on you, Lenore!”
prancing unicorn with a fancy hairdo
your horn is pretty, and you are too
I feel you are a male, about twenty-two
a princess is looking for the likes of you
oh maiden, fair, I fear what you say is true
But I am excited by the look of you
I want to be friends with you Little Lu.
You have a smile that warms me true.
I have invented instant creative hairdo magic, the child told the mama
When you awake from sleep, your hair will change colors, with high drama
Mama woke up and her hair was blonde with curly ringlets down her back
Surprising her a bit, as her hair was usually short, and crow-feather black.
The next day mama’s hair was feathery, light, breezy, and hot pink.
Who did that? Asked her husband. She said “Who do you think?”
The child in the meantime had blue hair with a little touch of green.
But wait, after a nap, it came out orange with dollops of red sheen.
Can we opt out of instant creative hairdo magic? The daddy said.
You see, there was now a clown’s spongy rainbow mop on his bald head.
No, the child replied. Creative hairdo magic is here forever to stay.
Mommy said, “Please child, just don’t give me long hair that is ugly gray.”
There's the mirror we look at
to pick at spots,
The mirror we dress by,
to see the lot,
The one to cream and
shade the eyes,
The one to try out
feigned surprise,
The one that travels
and shows fatigue,
(Your eyes have circles,
your teeth are green.)
But the truest vision
of ups and downs,
Of sideways bulges
and hairdo clowns
Is the one that hits you
with dismay,
The shop front window
on a sunny day!
How do you like my hair?
DRAHMN!
She had let some fool dye it dark green.
There were shiny yellow flowers poking out of it.
She looked more like a Russian furze tree than a Russian furze tree.
I looked at her defiant face.
You don’t like it! She said.
It’s not that, I told her.
She said, “Well, I think it is BEAUTIFUL!” and she stomped off mad.
Angry with my hesitation.
My lack of words for the first time in years.
It would look beautiful on the wasteland with other Furze trees, I thought.
I even considered yelling that, but only for about half of a half of a fourth of a second.
I hope it is not as course and furzy as it looks.
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