Curly

I hate my hair, I hate my hair, I’m loathing the mound more and more

Every time I try to wear a hat or walk through a narrow door.

A breathing nest, my hair; my hair seems too bad to be true,

For all refused to trim it thus the lump just grew and grew.

I tried all kinds of products, from the simple to complex,

If I’d a choice I’d trade it for a Tyrannosaurus Rex,

But now I’ve a trouble so immense that hair could never match,

I think I might be expecting… that robin’s egg to hatch.

11:01pm 20th February 2008