50 Shades Of Heather's Hair.

NORMALITY BE DAMNED.

I'm sorry for my hair, Mum,
I know you are ashamed,
I know there is a hint, in you,
That thinks you should be blamed.

Essentially it's blonde-ish,
But in so many different ways,
A spectrum of blonde colours,
That may leave you in a daze.

Starting at my roots, then:
A russet sort-of blonde,
Closest to my normal hair,
Of which you're the most fond.

Then we move to light blonde:
A light and happy hue,
This colour should BE my hair,
All the damned way through!

But then we get the crazy-bright,
Which I know you do despise,
It's bordering on white-ish blonde,
Go on and shield your eyes...

Then we get to auburn-blonde,
Oh yes, there still is more,
The type that glints in autumn light,
And shows you the what-for!

The bottoms, now are green-ish,
Turquoise fades to this,
With teeny hints of purple,
Like a little violet kiss...

I'm sorry I'm a mess, Mum,
Just turn away, don't clock it,
Cause I ain't gonna change it-
Cause actually I rock it!