May 2017
Pony Tails belong on Ponies,
And yet she still insists,
To have one on her head
Swept back in utility bliss.
From there she can study
And run her errands
Paint paper, not her hair
And hide away split ends
In truth it is beautiful,
Even if it is just function,
For finding ways to live a dream,
Really takes some gumption.
And yet she still insists,
To have one on her head
Swept back in utility bliss.
From there she can study
And run her errands
Paint paper, not her hair
And hide away split ends
In truth it is beautiful,
Even if it is just function,
For finding ways to live a dream,
Really takes some gumption.
Messing around one night challenging a friend to write about the most random things we could think of. I got pony tails but probably ended up writing about them.
