Frizz...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My hair could never be neatly groomed,

Couldn’t be tamed even with Shellac.

The frizzy hairs blew away over time,

Sadly, none of them ever grew back.

 

As good as I looked when leaving for work,

My hair in minutes was far from the norm.

I looked like I arrived inside a tornado;

Or a category 4, electrical storm.

 

I used to feel so embarrassed,

But now days, I just simply shrug…

I look like the “after” photographs

Of a moth-eaten woolen rug.