You know I was born Ulotrichous

Long, thick, and luxurious

I have to now shutter that image

That dream has gone and died

Heredity struck, my curls are gone

Replaced with memories superfluous

Wigs, caps, and potions

No match for notions

And memories of braids and pigtails

At least I’m not bald yet

And my only regret

Is that I never got to model like Bernadette