edit #4.1 (Qdeathstar)
Coming of Age, Again
The first time was to please an ex
who viewed her graying with disdain—
what's with that bond of hair and sex?
She dove in with a chestnut stain,
a monthly rinse that did the trick.
Ten years flew by until she knew
her tresses, still dark brown and thick,
betrayed the truth as laugh lines grew.
New love in hand she faced herself:
"Hey, wait a minute, is that me?"
She put the bottle on the shelf
and aged with no apology.
Now silver streaks reveal the trade:
her innocence for halo's shade.
edit#4 (milo, true, news, jc, billy)
Give an Inch
The first time was to please an ex
who viewed her graying with disdain--
what's with that bond of hair and sex?
She dove in with a chestnut stain,
a monthly rinse that did the trick.
Ten years flew by until she knew
her tresses, still dark brown and thick,
betrayed the truth as laugh lines grew.
New love in hand she faced herself:
"Hey, wait a minute, is that me?"
She put the bottle on the shelf,
embraced new curiosity.
Now silver streaks reveal the trade:
her innocence for halo's shade.
edit #3 (milo, news, true, jc)
Give an Inch...
The first time was to please an ex
who viewed her graying with disdain--
what's with that bond of hair and sex?
She dove in with a chestnut stain.
Years passed before she asked herself
"Hey, wait a minute, is that me?"
She put the bottle on the shelf,
embraced her curiosity.
Her new love takes her as she is,
declares that she can do no wrong.
Then he reveals his preferences:
"Babe, gray is fine, just keep it long."
She wonders why they even care,
she'd always thought it was just hair.
Alt. couplet:
Lets hope the next guy doesn't think
his turn-on is close cropped and pink.
edit #1
Silver and Bold
The first time was to please an ex
who viewed her graying with disdain--
what's with that bond of hair and sex?
She dove in with a chestnut stain,
a lightweight dye that did the trick.
Ten years of monthly rinses flew,
her tresses long, dark brown and thick,
incongruent as laugh lines grew.
One day she woke and asked herself
"Hey, wait a minute, is that me?"
She put the bottle on the shelf,
embraced her curiosity.
Now with the grace old age bequeaths
her silver rises from beneath.
original
Silver Sonnet
She did it first to please an ex
who thought her pale strands should be dyed--
what's with that bond of hair with sex?
She fought it then she caved and tried
the wash out type, it did the trick;
a decade passed of monthly rinse,
her tresses still dark brown and thick.
While laugh lines grew it was years since
she'd seen herself as she should be.
One day she woke and asked herself
"Hey, wait a minute, is that me?"
She put the bottle on the shelf
and now with grace old age bequeaths
gray rises slowly from beneath.
(I'm not sure I get away with the meter in L8, help please. Of course, all crit welcome.)
Coming of Age, Again
The first time was to please an ex
who viewed her graying with disdain—
what's with that bond of hair and sex?
She dove in with a chestnut stain,
a monthly rinse that did the trick.
Ten years flew by until she knew
her tresses, still dark brown and thick,
betrayed the truth as laugh lines grew.
New love in hand she faced herself:
"Hey, wait a minute, is that me?"
She put the bottle on the shelf
and aged with no apology.
Now silver streaks reveal the trade:
her innocence for halo's shade.
edit#4 (milo, true, news, jc, billy)
Give an Inch
The first time was to please an ex
who viewed her graying with disdain--
what's with that bond of hair and sex?
She dove in with a chestnut stain,
a monthly rinse that did the trick.
Ten years flew by until she knew
her tresses, still dark brown and thick,
betrayed the truth as laugh lines grew.
New love in hand she faced herself:
"Hey, wait a minute, is that me?"
She put the bottle on the shelf,
embraced new curiosity.
Now silver streaks reveal the trade:
her innocence for halo's shade.
edit #3 (milo, news, true, jc)
Give an Inch...
The first time was to please an ex
who viewed her graying with disdain--
what's with that bond of hair and sex?
She dove in with a chestnut stain.
Years passed before she asked herself
"Hey, wait a minute, is that me?"
She put the bottle on the shelf,
embraced her curiosity.
Her new love takes her as she is,
declares that she can do no wrong.
Then he reveals his preferences:
"Babe, gray is fine, just keep it long."
She wonders why they even care,
she'd always thought it was just hair.
Alt. couplet:
Lets hope the next guy doesn't think
his turn-on is close cropped and pink.
edit #1
Silver and Bold
The first time was to please an ex
who viewed her graying with disdain--
what's with that bond of hair and sex?
She dove in with a chestnut stain,
a lightweight dye that did the trick.
Ten years of monthly rinses flew,
her tresses long, dark brown and thick,
incongruent as laugh lines grew.
One day she woke and asked herself
"Hey, wait a minute, is that me?"
She put the bottle on the shelf,
embraced her curiosity.
Now with the grace old age bequeaths
her silver rises from beneath.
original
Silver Sonnet
She did it first to please an ex
who thought her pale strands should be dyed--
what's with that bond of hair with sex?
She fought it then she caved and tried
the wash out type, it did the trick;
a decade passed of monthly rinse,
her tresses still dark brown and thick.
While laugh lines grew it was years since
she'd seen herself as she should be.
One day she woke and asked herself
"Hey, wait a minute, is that me?"
She put the bottle on the shelf
and now with grace old age bequeaths
gray rises slowly from beneath.
(I'm not sure I get away with the meter in L8, help please. Of course, all crit welcome.)
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