Hair A Mess
Hair a mess.
Me, wear a dress?
I must confess,
Only under great duress.
But I have no need for posh frocks,
My breeches and boots fit just fine.
You might say I’m unorthodox
But dress-up just isn’t my shrine
Why don’t you put on a little makeup?
You could borrow something of mine
“Nah”, as I run for my truck
“But she cleans up so nice” mother opines
Friends would die of shock
If I were to don more than mascara
Never on a daily basis around the clock
Making its debut only the rarer
So let me be
And be pleasantly surprised
When on occasion my debutante ways are remembered
And you will eventually become desensitized
~Charlotte Greer Slater
July 18th 2011