You are as fickle as a woman
But I suppose it is a property
of being a girl’s hair
(Though I am not as fickle)
You can not make up your mind
Even though
You have no mind
of your own
Sometimes
You curl up
like a Curly Q
those potatoe fries
delicious with some masala on it
Sometimes you are wavy
Like a bend in the road
those kind that
you see in a car commercial; telling poeple what great traction it has
Sometimes you decide to straighten out
like, like straight hair
Yet at the same time, you are a
combination of it all. A
delicious blend of
wavy, curly and straight. Resulting
in a big poof atop my head
Not delicious
And sometimes, on those miraculous
days
it is straight
Not a wave or a curl in sight
And that is a good day
Otherwise,
Bring on my hairdryer
And Comb
Thank you very much.
I know it is lame. Kindly refrain from throwing your tamatars and rocks. I already made my salan and decorated my rock Zen garden.