There once was a maiden whose hair was quite flowing,
In between blinks. you’d swear it was growing.

It would move and sway and dance in the wind,
Then you saw a second mane, when she would bend.

After some turns and extravagant maneuvers,
You couldn’t tell if you were seeing head hair or her puss’ pubers.

And then she would stop and regain composure,
And let out a laugh, as we all had big boners.

<3 Lover pie