Bad Hair Day.

Wallace

Once upon a long time ago.

A despot wind did aggressively blow.

It blew my ginger wig off my baldy head.

My embarrassed face turned crimson red.

People laughed and loudly cheered.

A heart attack my body feared.

My wig is now flying through the sky.

My eyes now sad do weepingly cry.

Once upon a long time ago.

My baldy head did embarrassingly glow.

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2017 01:55
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