Bad Hair Day

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The morning rush, a hectic craze,
My hair's a mess, in so many ways.
No time to fix, no time to spare,
I'll have to leave it to the air.
The frizz, the knots, the tangles too,
It's like a bird's nest, but worse, it's true.
I try to comb, I try to brush,
But nothing helps, it's such a rush.
I put on a hat, to hide my hair,
And hope that no one will stop and stare.
I'll fix it later, when I've got time,
For now, I'll just pretend it's fine.
But all day long, I feel the shame,
Of my unruly, wild mane.
I'll make a vow, to take more care,
And never have a bad hair day, I swear.