Oh those curly bangs that hang with no purpose
Stick in your eyes like on a clown in the circus
Crazy little tendrils you just want to chop
But can’t cause you rock them harder than Sebastian Bach
Usually red but sometimes brown or blonde
Flapping in your face like an Egyptian with a frond
Feeding you grapes, such a delicious treat
Just don’t let them grow all the way down to your feet!
Oh curly bangs the jealousy I feel
When swept to the side like an orange peel
Curly bangs you are nothing, nothing short of fun
Flapping with the wind or under the sun
Never a purpose nor with a care
Always and forever hanging right there.
Posted on Wednesday, 3 February 2010
