'Blonde Bomb Shell' Poem by Linda Winchell

You may have to look very hard for me
when you come to join me at dinner tonight.
I was feeling kind of old and frumpy today
and my hair, sure did look a sight!

I figured I had to go do something
I couldn't stand it one more day!
You said I might look great as a blonde
So the beauty operator, cut my hair
and got rid of most the grey!

What hair was brown is now soft baby blonde
The greys have all but disappeared from view!
Now when you come to dine tonight
you might not recognize, that person you once knew.

So look really hard, go seek and you might find
a blonde bomb shell, in mink or sable.
And when you do, you might need to fight through
the crowds of suitors, hovering around her table!