This is an ode to my sister's lovely Rapunzel like tresses that she sported for my wedding.. After paying loads of money, Jen got to strap in some hair that used to belong to a dead person. It's interesting that we won't send back food when eating at restaurants, because we fear what they may do to our food, yet we will gladly shave hair off of a dead corpse, brush it a little, maybe wash out the blood spots, and then SNAP. In goes the luscious hair that instantly makes us a supermodel. With lice.
But man did she look ravishing. Love ya sis.
2 comments:
What a nice ode. You have not yet mastered the Haiku like I have, however this was very, very nice. A+
I love you, you a**hole
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