My Hair's A Mess!
I look in the mirror
After a full night's sleep,
My hair's a mess
Everywhere, the strands creep.
I try to tie it back
But, that doesn't seem to work,
My hair's still a mess
My hair's laughter inside, lurks.
It looks like I went through a wind tunnel
Hair flies everywhere,
I really have to do something
With this head of hair.
Maybe I should get a haircut
Stop their laughter and cheers,
That'll teach them a lesson
Soon they'll be shedding tears.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.18/2006
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