Seduction Of The Lock

Beautiful hair

Seduction Of The Lock

What shimmers yonder blowing in the wind

What smooth and glowing curls unfurl out there

Take wing in Spring like yellow gods spaghetti

Glowing with the morning sunbeams just beginning

Pretty girls are a dime a dozen

Like street cars they pass by

But ugly Betty is on my mind

Her gentle smile is quite delicious

Dainty, even vaguely crooked from a distance

Yet serenely she walks down the street oblivious

Not knowing exactly what is on my mind, she blinks

It's not what's in her head that peeks my interest

That excites my curiosity

I'm certain there's lots of air in there to spare

But what's on top, planted on that bulbous skull

Lovely women ask for money that is not mine

I have none to give at this or any other time

What causes intrigue is something other

One curl, one lock of hair from my ugly lover

Is all I desire in this cruel and balding world

Is that too much to ask for in these desperate hours

Love has no split ends without desires spent

What I would not give for one slice of it left to lament

My blade comes out of sheath

It doth not or does not speak

It craves something as much as I

Takes on a life of its own to slice

Enough! Must we brake all laws of nature

Is theft of hair not criminal

Doth or does grammar have no say in such matters

Tragic, epic, done or simply uttered, thought or thunk

To see me through longer days or shorter hair cuts

Her hair and no other shampooed and showered

One strand of it so shimmering, so shiny, undone

I pray for a peaceful day or night but neither commeth

One lock of golden hair so smooth would do

So shiny it actually shimmers as it glows

But no longer grows