Yesterday started normal.
I got out of bed,
And I dressed informal.
And then looked at my head.
Little tufts of gray,
Hat hair with no hat.
Sticking every which way,
It even scared the cat
Bathroom mirror needed Windex.
At least I thought so.
Hair, not special effects
Horror movie is the show.
What nightmare did I dream?
To the beauty parlor..
Was greeted with a scream.
And a curse he did holler.
Slapped into the chair,
Plastic 'round my neck.
"What happened to your hair?"
"You look like a train wreck!"
A gallon of shampoo,
A fire hose to rinse.
Came here at quarter to,
Been drowning ever since.
Twenty towels went flying
Past my head, so hard.
Perm lotion he's applying
That smells like rancid lard.
Sit and wonder as I wait.
Almost fell asleep.
Must be finished, it's so late.
Good Lord! Is that a sheep?
A mirror shows my face to me,
I hope my hair's still wet.
'Cause if it ain't, it looks to me,
I'm a life-size Chia Pet!