Big Hair: A Sonnet

For my first entry, I really, like, want to do something deep. I just really hate blogs that aren't deep at all, I mean, like, gag me with a spoon...I don't want to hear about your stupid emo crushes and how no one understands you...dweebs. Anyway, I've been reading a lot of, like, some guy named Shakespeare, and I've decided to write my own Sonnet dedicated to the awesomeness of big hair. So Gnarly, right!? Omygod, I'm so deep sometimes. Anyway, here it is...My Ode to Big Hair.

Big Hair: A Sonnet

Your hair is like a beautiful autumn's bush.
Teased like a geeky and unawesome school boy.
It glistens with the sheen of a shiny mush.
From Aluminum cans you spray like cheap toys.
How do you get it to be so frizzy-like?
Do you use an electrical socket-- some special pill?
It's like you slept inside a haunted house to your hair's delight.
And it stood straight up to do your styled will.
To sit behind you would be a mistake--a catastrophe!
Your hair is as wide as a king's bedroom.
But your gender is still a query of mine, for no one can ever assume.
The wildeness of your cotton hair puts jungles and punk rockers to shame.
Please never lose your crazy locks, freeze yourself so you'll always look the same.


Keep it to the max, guys!
Mr. Roboto