©copyright 2005 Bonita M Quesinberry, R.C.
Now, all of you know the docs shaved my head—
due to that brain surg'ry: but, I'm not dead!
Some advised cheerfully, "Just wear a wig."
"Oh!" I exclaimed, "That would make my head big."
They all thought a bit, then offered some caps,
turbans and a variety of hats.
"No!" I chuckled, "I just cannot do it.
They're too hot and would weaken my spirit."
My daughter-the-hair-designer lit up,
as she handed over my Jesus cup
filled to overflowing with hot coffee,
"I've an idea as good as toffee!"
She gathered up a towel and shampoo,
scrubbed my one-inch hair until it would do;
grabbed some styling gel and slathered it on:
then plied a special comb for a new Mom.
I laughed hard as I looked at my image:
Wow, this cat will not be playing cribbage!
My hairdo should cause sidesplitting laughter,
lots of hoots and hollers to the rafters!
I giggled and thought, my hair is in style—
just add stripes of pink and blue— for awhile.
My kid had lots of tricks in her hair trunk
that changed this granma to a spike-haired punk!
+ + +
CRANK UP THE HEAVY METAL
AND LET'S ROCK!
No pun intended— a metal plate in my head
and the new do changed me!





Thank you once again.


Karen














All you need now is the florescent orange hair dye. 

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