I liked my hair orange, it suited me well,
Suggestive of something ‘twixt pixie and Hell.
I grew it all out, hoping it had gone grey
But nope, it had left me with just the odd stray.
So now it’s much longer and curls where it will
And I’m not sure the frizziness quite fits the bill.
It could have cooperated and gone white –
But no, it just looks like a trick of the light.
So now I’m in a quandry, don’t know what to do…
Should I cut it all off or just dye it bright blue?
I am told that is ‘in’ as a fashion this spring
Or a buttercup yellow to give it some zing?
I could really rebel, keep it all au nature…
Refuse all the dyeing and just keep it pure.
Now that would be novel in this day and age
When colour screams out from each magazine page.
I can’t make my mind up, I have to confess,
But I feel, as it stands, that it’s looking a mess.
I could use a decision, or else on a whim
I’ll just dye it purple like mad Madam Mim.