Khamis, 12 Mac 2009

Hair, Beware!

O flock of hair on my head!

today shall be the end of your reign,

as nemesis you are the bane of nightmares!

Alas, chop you I will

for the scalp is in eager need of fresh air!

end will, you reign of glory

by the cutters sword (gunting), he will kill you

and end shall be, to my worries of hair gel

and to what-shall-I-wear-my-hair-today!

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