Lyn Fahmy's poems: The Transformation

I'll have it cut and blow dried
With a complete new style,
Then I'll emerge transformed at last,
If only for a while.

So I told her how I'd like it,
With flick-ups at the side
And graduated slightly,
With a photo as a guide.

So then she started styling
Blowdrying like they do
And I waited for the flick-ups
To flick-up.Wouldn't you?

But then as it lay flat and straight
And just like a bird's nest
She then picked up the mirror
To show me all the rest.

I thought well is this really it?

Is this my work of art?

Surely she hasn't finished
It's much worse than at the start.

But finished it she surely had
She said "It's really you"!

I thought, well now, it's such a shame
that I don't think so too.

She said "You've been transformed,my dear
A new look's what you've got".

I thought I've been transformed alright
But transformed into what.?

Surely she can't want paying
For this hair she thinks she's dressed
If this is transformation,
Well I never would've guessed!!

Contact Lyn at famousfahmy@hotmail.co.uk