When Things Go Wrong

When things go wrong, one after the other,

I start to wonder, why I bother.

But then, I remember the reason why,

Without the bad, good’s hard to spy.

Why I’m Sick of My Hair

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.