MY TRYST WITH MY CURLY HAIR : A FUNNY POEM BY ME.
My hair is a mop of curly mess. Each strand leaves my head under stress. Every single strand is madly in love with the other. Entwined as one, trying to separate them is such a bother. My comb digs deeper into my head. Trying unsuccessfully to separate the strands, But it gets entangled instead. I try to untangle the curled up knot. My eyes wince in pain as it hurts a lot. I tug and pull the comb until the end. My own hair is such a fiend. My hair is deserting me so fast. I wonder how long will the tryst with my curls last. The fallen strands of my hair are so strong. They can replace the steel scrubber all along. Why the hell did I end up with this misery? Pathetic is my hair fall story. My dear curly hair, I love you. Don't ever leave me, coz I need you. I dread the idea of being hairless. It's a punishment for being careless. I promise to take good care of my curly tress. It's just to keep them glued to my head and not for anyone to impress.
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