I know Marilyn wanted to get her hair done,
so she went sans appointment to, Hair Next to None.
A salon not averse to brag without regret;
Come inside, is their motto, for rinse, perm or set.
But when Marilyn got there, the news was a pain;
“We’ve no openings today, so come back again.”
It was cold water splash on the face of upbeat,
being told to depart with the hair incomplete.
(We all know disappointment is ungallant guy;
he can make the crest fall, he can make the strong cry.
So the stiff upper lip is oft taken arrears,
and in this case our heroine burst into tears.)
Oh the crying began as if spigots full force;
makeup ran beneath eyes as a matter of course.
How the spate of emotion keeps ennui awake!
(Even Vidal Sassoon would have done double-take.)
All attention was focused, most clippers were stilled;
faces became incredulous--some were not thrilled.
It was Cassie who came to the crying, I think,
having left with old Edna Mae’s head in the sink.
Yet as sympathy combed through the salty tear scene,
many Next to None clients were far from serene.
And in fact Edna Mae with her head terry-wrapped,
in a huff bolted out as if she were mousse-slapped.
Calm and quiet were soon restored at the Hair shop,
(those to-do’s, as with split ends, are no cause for stop.)
So of course, with an opening, Marilyn stayed
and in getting her hair done was hardly betrayed
for the glow and the gleam of black strand gave a shout,
and the body was lively as it bounced about.
It was like Michelangelo tended his hand...
and the news of her hair spread all over the land.
In the annals of managing hair to a tee,
one such teary eyed setting remains dear to me.
Without tears causing some to abandon their care,
there would never have been Marilyn’s famous hair.
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