22 July 2012
"What have you done to your hair?!"
"Gran, it's just straightened, I swear..."
"Where are all your lovely curls?"
"They'll be back, Gran, I am a girl..."
"When I was a lass we were stuck with what we had."
"Come on, gran it's not that bad..."
"Your sisters' hair is nicer than that!
You look like one of those sewer rats."
"Gran, just give me the money for the paper."
"At this rate I will need a waiter.."
"Gran, wait, stop, you'll hurt your-oh!
Oh gran, oh gran, no no no no!
Someone, help! Somebody quick!
Will somebody please get my gran her stick?
An ambulance! Yes, ring one please...
And you, please help her to her knees...
Gran? Can you open your eyes?
Gran, oh gran, please don't die!"
Gran, I wish that you were here.
I'll keep my hair curled, never fear,
I hate that the last thing we did was fight.
If I could, I'd change that night.
Curls • Opuss № I