I fault the mirror for my hair.
I’m blaming the messenger for that mop up there.
The style I recall wasn’t messy at all,
but arranged with adroitness and care.
How could this villain reflect
a style clearly not well met?
It looks like my cat half cleaned my pate
and now that I’m saddled with this dubious fate,
I might as well retreat to bed.
3 thoughts on “The Blame for my Hair”
Yep. Me too. Stupid mirror. 😉
LOL. Rebecca! I loved this. A bit of T.S. Elliot? Your style is your own!
I’m perplexed about the “Rebecca” part. Was your comment intended for someone else?