The story of my spiky hair

I still very well remember

When in a fit of anger

I sported a spiky, short haircut

Coloured it blue from walnut

This act of defiant madness

Showcasing my cussedness

Ignited the ire of my mother

Who with niceties doesn’t bother

She gave me a dire ultimatum

Shave head and then home come!

15 thoughts on “The story of my spiky hair

  1. Cussedness! I am going to start using that word. I think it describes teens and pre-teens very well! I love how you have turned a moment of angst into a fond memory of growing up.

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