When a young lady said, “come May
All young lovers they dance and play”.
I said, “my dear,
The Autumn draws near.
And my hair has turned quite grey!”.
When a young lady said, “come May
All young lovers they dance and play”.
I said, “my dear,
The Autumn draws near.
And my hair has turned quite grey!”.
And now it’s July
And I won’t pry
But that hair that is grey
Could do with a spray
Of bright green or gold
But you’d have to be bold
To catch that young lady so gay
Thanks for making me smile, Lorraine. I like your funny poem. Are you volunteering to spray my hair for me?
If you really want me to I would if I could get down there lol. We could have a weekend “spraying” party! Mind you, as you and I cannot see colours anyway, we would not be able to see the resulting mess! Ha ha. But I cannot deny that it would be good fun. Have a good day Kevin.
It would, indeed be fun, Lorraine. I am reminded of an old song one of my favourite school teachers, Mr Delacruz used to sing. It not about hair colouring, but its sort of related
Have a good evening, Lorraine.