Hair related

Hair related

I take after my mum in so many ways
And for that I’m eternally thankful
Except the grey hair that keeps coming through
To keep all one colour, I find quite a handful.

How I’d love to say, ‘yes the colours all mine’
But it isn’t, it comes off a shelf
I keep thinking I’ll go to the hairdressers
But to save money I do it myself.

The thing that really bugs me
Are the extra hairs that grow on my face
My moustache is very embarrassing
And my eyebrows are such a disgrace.

Plucking eyebrows, I can’t get the hang of
Over my lip I just give that a wax
My life would be so much easier
To wash and go and a quick style with the vax.

If only I could  retrain them
So the face hair came out on my head
I wouldn’t have to apply any more colour
A natural perm would be quite nice instead.

My grandchildren are always on the lookout
For hair that looks out of place
‘Nanna time to touch up your colour
And remove all the hairs from your face.’

Maybe if it came grey all over
Instead of a stripe on the top of my head
I wouldn’t look badger related
Or the break of a wave as it heads back to the Med.

Or just like a zebra crossing
That’s been abandoned at the end of the day
Or snow on top of a mountain
When all around has melted away.

Maybe now its time to stop colouring
And let the grey hair take its place
Then buy a colour for my eyebrows and moustache
So my heads the same colour as my face!