Hairdo’s And Hair Don’ts

Call me old fashioned and set in my ways, but there’s nothing I’d rather see;

Than a woman with lustrous long shining hair, cascading down towards her knees!

The pull of some pins and the shake of her head, will make the avalanche start;

As it falls very quickly like a wall of hard snow, and roars by for my fast pounding heart!

But lately it seems that their numbers grow small, these ladies with lovely long tress;

For now many women join barbered quartets, and their heads are short sheared, no less!

I watch as they enter and sit in a chair, then make themselves’ look like a man;

I cry for their loss of feminine fire, and humanities decline overran!

I long for the days of knights and fair damsels, with braids of coiled long hair;

And soft spoken ladies from far in the East, their knees with strands down to there!

Beautiful women with lovely long hair, the thing most important to me;

For give me a woman that treasures her tress, the zenith of femininity!