Ode To Long Hair

What is it that makes a woman so fair?

What could it be, if not her long hair?

It cascades and plummets like a waterfall, 

Flows down the backside, enveloping all.

With a move of the head, with a twist of the finger,

It shows men whether they should go or should linger.

It can be put up into an elegant twist,

Or set free to roam wild with a flick of the wrist.

It can be ironed flat or set into curls,

Or adorned with accessories when going out with the girls.

It is a piece of art, it is a place to hide;

For some it is even a matter of pride.

Could long hair be the biggest marker of beauty?

Seducing the world being it's only duty?

I wonder when long hair became so darn hot;

Was it when Hollywood began calling the shots?

When compared to the beauty found within,

Does it even have a pot in which to piddle in?

In my humble opinion, I think not;

But that doesn't stop me from wanting to look hot!