I took it off the wall,
And from the posters in the hall.
I made it stretch and bend,
And threw it at my friends.
It got in someone’s hair,
She thought it wasn’t fair.
She pulled it out in chunks,
And she pulled it out in hunks.
When I went to my next class,
I realized I was such an ***.
I had some stuck in my own hair,
So I started to despair.
I pulled and pulled but it wouldn’t come out,
I knew I had to cut it so I started to pout.
Now I have a big hole in my hair,
Mom, don’t get mad… my hair will repair.