She tossed her curly mop.
The frizzy thing of keratin (and some moss).
She needed a haircut, badly.
Yet, she dared not visit a saloon, even till Unlock.20!
She wondered why the folk mourned,
About being in pyjama bottoms, she loved them so.
She destested makeup that highlighted her ‘forever-acne’.
Was content sporting a head visor all day!
Thank goodness she exclaimed
That masks were the need of the hour.
It spared her from donning lipstick,
That never failed to leave her looking dour!
The last word here is ‘dour’
Leaves her looking dour.
Unsure how to edit the poem once posted. Sorry readers
You can edit
Go to your posts, click on the 3 dots and you’ll see the EDIT option 😀💚
Thank you Nitika. Did just that . I edited.
True true true💚💚👌
Who needs lipstick or a salon visit… We are wonderful and charming the way we are😄💚
Thanks for reading and liking it. Yes, we are just fine.
This poem is my voice too. The virus is bad but it’s brought in so much freedom too. I echo what you so amazingly penned.
Hehe! I am always or mostly casual. Glad that you liked the poem. Thanks
Accepting each moment and sprinkling them with positivity… love the poem which so beautifully reflects your positive outlook.
Thanks ever so much, Moonmoon my dear
Thats a silver lining..
Indeed:)
Loved it! It reflects the positive outlook!
Lovely💚💚
Thank you so much for reading and loving it Pooja Mandla.
A poem that echoes positivity. Nice one Natasha.
Ah yes . My pretty dresses are staring sadly at me from the cupboard… And the lipstick… Well.. It hardly gets used.
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