Challenge Ended
describe your hair in some poetic way.
Ended February 17, 2015 • 18 Entries • Created by paintingflowers
It simply sits atop my face,
Greying, thinning in disgrace,
Refusing to be tamed it hangs,
It is a mess of tangled strands,
I thus do tend to wear a hat,
To cover it, but more than that,
I fear it hates me so much so,
I leave it well alone to grow,
So long since it has seen a comb,
I leave the fucker well alone!