I’m sick and tired of my hair,
I’m sick of finding it everywhere.
In the shower and sink,
In my food and my drink.
In bed tangled around my toes,
On my pillow, tickling my nose.
It wont dry in the winter,
Make me hot in summer.
My pony tail slaps me in in the face,
Makes me loose my place.
Strangles me at night,
Giving me such a fright.
Tumbles all over my work,
Why does it have to be such a jerk?
I have way too much hair,
I have more than enough to share.
I love you like a sister,
And right now, I miss ya.
No I love you more than that,
I think but like, I don’t know what.
We’ve been best friend for ages,
And friends since the early stages.
‘Is she you’re sister?’ people say,
‘No,’ I smile and laugh and it’s okay.
If they looked closer they could see,
How different, you are, from me.
We laughed about it often before,
Spending time with you is never a bore.
I read your thoughts and you read mine,
We answer questions at the same time.
I didn’t realise how hard it’d be,
Not to see you, reg-u-lar-ly.
Rain drops, on a tin roof,
But they, are not real proof.
That the drought is now over,
That Australia will recover.
Politicians want to look the good guy,
No water restrictions needed, pigs might fly.
Dragonition 