A poem by Beverly Stock.
A hair net holds
The burgeoning bun.
If the wind blows,
Flying hair’s no fun.
Unlike the cute braids,
That easily swing,
On sweet little maids,
That windy days bring.
Perhaps a chignon
Sleek and fantastic
No need for ribbon,
Or binding elastic.
Is bald the answer?
Shaving might sting.
No strands there to blow,
Nor braids to swing.
Either bun or bald
Might be the thing
The magazines show
For some girls this spring!
Long-haired persons need only apply.