As I am sitting here,
my sister does my hair.
She pulls and pulls, and some hair falls out,
But she doesn't give a care.
Cold clammy fingers touch my ears,
they send shivers down my spine,
I notice that some hair is loose,
a gently swaying line.
Ouch,
she poked me in the eye,
she does it again,
and she sighs.
'Its not good enough!'
she un-does the 'french swirl',
she starts again,
I think I'll hurl.
THE END
