Scary Hairy, Quite Contrary

A mousy brown

And many a crown

A little long

But not very strong

I once was conned

Into being a blonde

It kept warm my hips

Warned approaching ships

My hair and me

Have such history

But 50 shades of grey

Haven't yet found their way

And sans product

It's pretty much fucked

In short, it's a mess.

No more, and no less...