Polly Sprocket's New Hair-Do Poem by Sharon Jane Lansbury

Polly Sprocket’s life was gloom,
she had to stay in her bedroom.
The reason why she was so glum
emanated from her mum.

Polly Sprocket has straight hair
and Polly Sprocket doesn’t care,
however, mother wanted curls;
‘Just right’ she’d said, ‘for little girls.’

Polly cursed her curly head
and so was sent up to her bed!
Her mother would try to cajole her,
but Polly wouldn’t wear the roller.

Her mother did suggest a perm,
said Polly, ‘No! On that I’m firm!
‘Well what about a demi-wave? ’
(This simply made her daughter rave!)

At night when Polly was asleep,
into her room Mama would creep,
then rolling up her locks of hair
Polly’s mum would leave her there:

But in the morning, what surprise!
Polly’s curls bounced in her eyes!
Into the bathroom Polly goes,
to rid them with the shower hose!

‘We simply can’t go on this way! ’
You’d often hear her mother say.
One day in temper, Polly cries:
‘We’ll have to reach a compromise! ’

‘We can’t do that! ’ Her mother said:
‘You want straight, me curls instead! ’
Polly Sprocket sought a plan
and wished that she’d been born a man!

And then an idea came to Polly!
It made her feel extremely jolly!
To the hairdresser Polly went
and nearly all her savings spent:

Upon a hair do, it wasn’t bad,
although the stylist thought her mad:
Polly thought her idea great:
One half curly, the other straight!