Seduction of the Lock
What shimmers yonder blowing in the wind
What smooth and glowing curls unfurl out there
Take wing in Spring like yellow gods spaghetti
Glowing with the morning sunbeams just beginning
Pretty girls are a dime a dozen
Like street cars they pass by
But ugly Betty is on my mind
Her gentle smile is quite delicious
Dainty, even vaguely crooked from a distance
Yet serenely she walks down the street oblivious
Not knowing exactly what is on my mind, she blinks
It's not what's in her head that peeks my interest
That excites my curiosity
I'm certain there's lots of air in there to spare
But what's on top, planted on that bulbous skull
Lovely women ask for money that is not mine
I have none to give at this or any other time
What causes intrigue is something other
One curl, one lock of hair from my ugly lover
Is all I desire in this cruel and balding world
Is that too much to ask for in these desperate hours
Love has no split ends without desires spent
What I would not give for one slice of it left to lament
My blade comes out of sheath
It doth not or does not speak
It craves something as much as I
Takes on a life of its own to slice
Enough! Must we brake all laws of nature
Is theft of hair not criminal
Doth or does grammar have no say in such matters
Tragic, epic, done or simply uttered, thought or thunk
To see me through longer days or shorter hair cuts
Her hair and no other shampooed and showered
One strand of it so shimmering, so shiny, undone
I pray for a peaceful day or night but neither commeth
One lock of gold hair so smooth would do
So shiny it actually shimmers as it glows
But no longer grows
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