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.