There once was a girl
Who dreamt of long hair
(But also of summer saulting
Through the midair)

So she grew it for years!
Her dream had come true!
But her hair blocked her eyes.
(It impeded her view.)

Her mom said to cut it:
She’s supposed to look dressy.
But when she looked in the mirror
She said “I like it messy!”

Her hair was so long
And so wild and free.
She thought maybe one day
It would grow to her knee!

It would soar with each twirl
It would fly when she danced
It could wind through her belt loops
And hold up her pants.

But today was the day
Of a grand graduation.
A day to put an end
To split-end adoration.

So she went to her appointment
She went for her brother
And she went so her hair
Wouldn’t disgust her mother.

She sat down in the chair
She whimpered and pleaded
The lady chuckled and said
“Only as much as is needed?”

But still when the scissors
Attacked her fair hair
Karissa clamped her eyes shut.
It was too much to bear!

The lady kept cutting!
Chop chop chop chop chop
The girl wailed and wondered
When the chopping would stop!?

10 minutes later
Over her cries,
Karissa heard “It is done.”
And she opened her eyes.

It still looked the same!
The hair on her head!
Just a little bit shorter.
Just a little less dead.

That wasn’t so bad!
It was smooth, it was sleek!
“I should cut my hair
Every day of the week!”