Frizzy and curly,
And OUT OF CONTROL!
That’s how I describe my hair.
But no,
It’s not always like this.
Not even close.
Usually it’s straight,
And smooth and nice,
Falling upon my shoulders.
But,
Instead I woke up with it looking this way.
Frizzled and frazzled,
Tangled and knotted,
Sticking up worse than Einstein’s.
I tried to brush it,
Oh yes,
But the brush got stuck in the mess.
I tried to wash it too,
But it absorbed all my shampoo.
I tried to hide it under my hat,
Of course,
The hat wouldn’t stay on,
Though,
I guess it could have been worse.
And now,
After all that,
Nothing has worked,
MY HAIR IS OUT OF CONTROL!
I woke up with it looking this way--
I guess I’m having a bad hair day.
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