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A humorous look at "hair" |
“I cannot sleep,” the cupcake said, there’s something sitting on my head.” The cherry said, “Oh, it’s just me. The cook, she put me here you see.” “I don’t know why you’re sitting there, you’re going to mess up my hair.” Although I’m sitting very still, you haven’t hair, and never will.” “I will if I sit long enough, we cupcakes tend to grow that stuff.” That’s mold you know, it isn’t hair that ancient cupcakes tend to wear.” “What does it matter what it’s called, if I don’t spend my old age bald.” It’s title doesn’t matter, true; most old men wish they had it too.” The moral then is very clear: To get a fuzzy head my dear, don’t try a pill or use Rogaine. Try whipping cream to grow a mane. For tresses that are full and thick, wear any food that tends to stick. You know it’s really like a dream; this hair that’s thick and full… and green. |