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;