My locks are yours

I cut them today

I know you like it this way

Short and natural

Below my ears

Swaying and bouncing

Without any fears

On the floor

A mess on bare feet

I picked the curls up

Heart skips a beat

Oh no have stuffed up

Looked in the mirror

Who was that girl

The COVID hair

I’ve given the whirl

And hurled them into the bin

Just like the tragics

Filled with sin