Rapunzel's Hair

Rapunzel hates her long hair

She brushes all day and it just isn't fair

She knew it was a way out of her tower so shut

But, dear god, she dreamed about a nice pixie cut

Every day she struggled at it caught everything

At least thrice a day it's tangled, she sings

She picked up her scissors and oh did she grip

Her hair fell beside her with a few long clips

Outside of her window, she heard a fine chap

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel" and she thought, oh crap