This is the second poem for English class:
Her hair went on for miles,
Blonde and beautiful,
She got so many compliments from everyone,
It continued to make them baffle.
She didn’t like it much or at all,
For it made her feel sad,
It required too much work,
Having to brush it made her mad.
It didn’t care about the pain she would endure,
It knotted up in her sleep,
She did everything she could, but it persisted,
Just until her alarm would beep.
She needed to get rid of it,
The knots began to look like argyle,
She did something unthinkable and so,
It soon became depressing as it landed in a pile.
Wow, poems don't seem that long when you're writing them! I owe my inspiration to Shel Silverstein and these poems:
THE FLY IS IN
and THE BRIDGE.