Devil-may-care,
She, has cut her hair
And her ribbons gay
Have gone away
He
Thinks of Hardy’s “Ruined Maid.
While she
Has no knowledge of poetry.
Hardy’s Maid
Was devil-may care
With feathers in her hair.
For the poet wished to satirise.
But you will find
That girls of a certain kind
Have eyes
That see behind
The smile, of the unstaid maid,
Although they have heard
Not a word of Hardy’s poetry.
K Morris - Poet 
I wonder if she could come and cut my hair Kevin. I like this.
I’m glad you like it, Lorraine. I also am in need of a haircut!
Best, Kevin
😀