Hairlairous Friends

Gilly’s hair has the giggles—
Flouncy, bouncy, springy rings,
A bright cascade of ginger coils,
That twirl in mirthful flings.

Helen’s hair happily hollers,
With jazzy stripes of ocean blue.
Each week she sings as she scrubs it clean
With her sparkly, scented shampoo.

Tim’s hair likes to titter,
As if it’s heard a funny joke—
A burst of blond explosions
With one proud spikey spoke.

Andy’s hair cheekily chuckles,
Frizzy tufts that leap and shout—
A daring sprout of bushy black,
Worn to stand right out.

Lucy’s locks are smiles in motion,
Cascading gently down her back—
A tinkle of warm summer light,
A rippled golden haystack.

Greg’s head wears a silky crown,
A chocolate laugh that softly flows—
Thick and glossy, gorgeously loud,
Where every strand glints and glows.