This week, in the world of Lisa...
This week my hair went fuzzy.
I dread bad hair days,
They’re so embarrassing I could dye.
It all started when my last appointment was cut short,
Mostly because the hairdresser and I didn’t gel,
She bangs her equipment around and doesn’t put clothes on ANY of my hairs.
For ages I didn’t like how my hair turned out,
But now its growing on me.
Ill probably comb over to the same salon again,
But on the condition I have a different girl.
I don’t want special treatment,
Only to end this streak of bad hair days.
My sister has been searching for a new haircut,
Mostly styles with plait-inum blonde.
She wants a comb-ination of cutting edge styles,
She’ll wig out if it looks hairlarious,
So hopefully it works – without going to her head.
I’ve only tried something different once,
I took ages to mullet over,
And when the descissorsion was finally locked in,
I was brushed aside.
My plan was foiled
And I was left stranded.
Oh well, at least bad hair days aren’t perm-anent.
P.S. Don’t forget,as the saying goes: “don’t buy shampoo, demand real poo instead!”