A Little Off the Top

In my continuing effort to have minimal angst in my poetry (at least for a little while), I will tempt the fates and address an issue that often causes a dismal amount of angst for many… Z~

 

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.

If Yoda had a puppy.