I love to rhyme, therefor, I write poetry and if my muse is awake I love to write short stories. My name is Ruby. I am a retired RN.
Gray hair is not my cup of tea, but it looks like I'd better learn to love it.
Nice'n Easy, you've been a good friend until the very end
Allergies flaring, red itchy bumps emerging on my scalp, so goodbye my faithful friend
I've used you for forty odd years
Now I must leave you through sorrowful tears
No longer will I be a Sexy blond
Instead, I'll settle for gray, perhaps in time the two of us will bond
until we do my tears will surely flow
I guess I should be happy, saving my hard earned dough
I'm sure my interest in your Nice'n Easy stocks will take a nosedive
I imagine in time I'll quit lying, saying, " I'm only thirty-five "
I tried your new concoction, labeled without ammonia
The formula was worse, leaving me with a sad case of pnuemonia
And practically in a sleeping coma
So this is my goodbye letter to you blond friend
I suppose I'll live, perhaps smiling once again
I'm wondering how a gorgeous blond wig would feel?
Oh forget it! Something tells me, " It would cause my scalp to peel "
So, farewell my allergic messy blend
Perhaps I'll live without you, and my ego will surely mend.