The Stiff Hairdo

The Stiff Hairdo

“Hey mom, it’s time to get out the grey”
My children would tease and tautingly say.

So off to Drug Mart was my goal
I was about to sell my soul.

A nice dark brown I thought would do
Then home I trudged to start life anew.

You wash your hair with love and care
The instructions said so I did dare.

I let the colour set with glee
A transformed mom I was going to be.

But somehow soap got in my eye
And blurred my vision, it is no lie.

The rinse I arranged with little help
And poured it over my coloured scalp.

I’d forgotten my son’s new model plane
And the glue he placed beside the drain.

You guessed it right, my hand did grasp
The cup of glue not the colour bath.

Now I’m the brunt of many a joke
And hide beneath a hood and cloak.

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