Too Blond Poem by Mark Heathcote

I couldn't love her
When I love brunets
She's too blond too blond
She's too tres sexy, too tres chic
She's too emboldened and savant
She's just too blond, too blond.

I couldn't love her
When I love brunets
I know my own thoughts I have many regrets
I don't need a broken compass
To go off course to read the stars
To know she's too blond, too blond for me.

She'll break my heart
And deceive my eyes
Till I forget brunets and sink into a trance
Oh she isn't damn tres anything
Who cares if I secretly, think?
She's just too blond, too blond.
When, when I'm in love
When things go slightly skewwhiff go wrong
I'll wear my inner smile
When, when I'm in love
I'll discard my deeply hidden deceits
She's too blond too blond

Too blond too blond
Too blond too blond
Too blond too blond
And say together we belong.