My hair

My mother always said to me eat all those home made crusts
Or your hair wont be all curly your head may get the rust
I was force fed blooming crusty bits till right into my teens
My hair was thick and curly with too much crust protein

I used to scream the place down at a sighting of a brush
For my curly hair did struggle on a Monday morning rush
My mother gave up trying and decided then and there
That scissors were the way to go and chopped off my poor hair

For many years I hated it, at school it made me weep
No wonder I was bullied, I looked like a bloody sheep
As I aged my hair got longer,  I left it to get all loose
Its surprising what you can do with a ton of that hair mousse.

I never bothered styling it, it tangled with despair
I moulted every day, I clogged up plugholes up with hair
My dry and bloody frizzy hair, to keep it seemed quite strange
And if I do not brush it wet, I look like I have mange.