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Bad Hair Days

In the room of bad hair days there’s short and there’s thin,

There’s wispy and tufty, and new coming in.

There are hats and scarves,

Some chosen with care;

And some put on just to be there.

Some wear their crop with pride and defiance.

Others defeated,

And some lack of compliance.

There are wigs here too,

We pretend not to guess

But the face tells its story

And underneath we know is a mess.

In the bad hair day room we wait to be called.

We hope to get out

Before we go bald.

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The poem Bad Hair Days preludes my first play, Nothing to Lose, currently in production with Peppered Wit Productions. Find out more here: https://pepperedwit.co.uk/nothing-to-lose/