Locks of Love
Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
She let down her hair,
47 feet,
Twas too long to keep care,
Decision made,
Her heart steadfast,
A hairdresser was called,
An appointment made fast,
A snip here,
A snip there,
She donated a share,
To the kids with heads bare,
Gone were the long, banal, golden tresses,
Now there was fringe,
Multi-layers,
And full highlights,
A lighter feeling in her heart and on top,
Felt dear Rapunzel as she left the hair shop,
The tall princess now sporting,
A stylish, chjin-length mop.
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