Dearest Pony Tail
You have been my constant friend for so many days.
And have persistently loved me in countless ways:
Early in the morning and just before bed,
When I overslept for work and thought I was dead.
By mid-afternoon you would always appear
Even if it was with a pointed yellow spear.
You were a sleek alternative for the ball
Or curled and bouncy, you looked like a doll.
But you’re not as thick or lustrous as I have depended,
So now it’s time that we ended.
To a new home I hope you’ll find
That you’ll be just as loved and treated kind.
I’ll miss your presence as much as a maid,
but most of all,
I’ll miss your cousin, the Braid.