Let Down Your Extensions

Rapunzel, oh Rapunzel

The shimmery golden locs we all know and love...Or do we?

May they flip from high above

what does she owe the prescense of a handsome gentleman

Loudly he cries out, eager and anxious

A voice? Calling for Rapunzel? 

Oh it couldn't be! But alas...

He mutters the very phrase, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair."

Baffled and frightened, she stands in shock

How will she free her locs, the locs she stole

The locs that pertrude from her head against their will

Afraid, she throws down the bountiful bouquet

As he pulls to hoist himself...

The locs gracefully dance to the ground

BEHOLD

her extensions