Sandy went looking through magazines
For a glamorous new style for her mane.
She found one or two
crazy cuts to eschew.
She was so tired of feeling Plain Jane.
She could have taken a page from Dear Lizzi,
Not carrot, or auburn, or brick.
She went all bright cherry
cuz she tends to be daring,
due to a bit of fun-loving Old Nick!
Once jet black, feral and unruly,
Lydia’s hair was now long and grey.
It grew back after chemo
straight, grey and quite primo
It’s the best thing she got from C- A.
WJ’s hair stayed silky and long
like the heart of her core that beat wild.
She let it fly with the air,
Like she hadn’t a care
In her heart she was Zephyr’s love child.
Mike unconstrained, shaved his head.
Patterned baldness frustrated attempts
for exuberant locks-
Now he’d be the Grey Fox,
changed from youth when he’d been so unkempt.
Then there was poor little Skip
who awoke just wanting a trim
He said to the groomer
“I will be in ill-humor
If too much comes off, I’ll be grim!”
Uh, yeah, Skip is pretty grim.