Hair Woes

As more time passes

I am developing an advanced case of

Cockatoo hair

It’s sticking straight up on top

I mean

I could tie a bow around it

Which would look ridiculous

On a grannie.

I need a hat

That I can wear in the house to train

My hair to lie down

And take it like a man.

You might laugh at the heartbreak caused

By this turn of events

And question whether I should look

At my transformation into a bird

With anguish.

But I promise you

It’s better to worry about my hair

Than to think about the world beyond

My mirror.

About Karen To and Fro

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