Miss Veronica Blair

Miss Veronica Blair had long, beautiful hair,
but Veronica hated shampooing it.
She wanted no more of the tedious chore,
so one day she simply stopped doing it.

She piled it instead on the top of her head
back away from her face and her ears,
used a can of hair spray to secure it that way,
and forgot all about if for years.

Well, that did the trick; it got hard like a brick.
She could not hold her head up with ease.
Nor was she aware that the spray in her hair
would be quite so attractive to bees.

They thought it was nectar and came to inspect her.
And soon they were building a hive.
Their numbers increased and grew to at least
three hundred and seventy-five.

They were busy in there, deep inside of her hair.
It must have felt terribly funny.
But bees never rest, as you’ve probably guessed,
And soon she was dripping with honey.

All sticky and sweet she looked tempting to eat
and was gobbled right up by a bear.
She wouldn’t be dead if she’d shampooed her head.
Good-bye Miss Veronica Blair.

©1994 Linda Knaus
Miles of Smiles