My son said, ‘Happy accident?’
While looking all askance,
As sunlight streamed upon
The object of his startled glance.
The supermarket shoppers
Milling through the crowded hall,
Had also lifted eyebrows
At the bobbing fireball.
I’d wanted something coppery
With sunny summer hues,
But there were just too many packs
I couldn’t really choose.
I hummed and ha’ed and dithered
Till I had a choice of two,
But wasn’t really in the mood
And just thought ‘This will do.”
Now something like a lion’s mane,
In such a vivid red,
Defies control and radiates
In flames around my head.
The moral of this story, girls,
Is one both deep and true..
Never purchase hair dye
When you feel a little blue.
Amen to that!
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