My Lady Ravenwaves, so prim,
So proper, buxom, svelte and slim;
You'd think her life was set so fair--
But for her dark, demonic hair!
Her jet-black tresses were full and long,
Like stubborn serpents, proud and strong,
Each twisted, tangled Gorgon curl
Vexing to madness the poor girl!
Each morning she would lose a brush--
One day she even found a thrush
Nesting in her dense dark mane;
Screamed Ravenwaves, "I'VE GONE INSANE!"
"I'll shave my head, I SWEAR I will!"
--Her mother made her take a pill;
It calmed her not--from the house she ran,
Tugging her tresses with both hands...
Distracted, Ravenwaves tripped and fell
Deep down the throat of an ancient well,
Its waters choked with algae thick;
A mouthful made her feel quite sick!
Her hair soaked up the thick green slime
As in the well she sat for a time
Until her family fished her out,
Smelling vaguely like a trout!
But, Lo! To Ravenwaves' delight
The well-scum made her hair all right!
Smooth, soft and silky, tangles gone;
And in the sunlight, how it shone!
And so each night she bathes her hair
With algae from that well down there,
Fair Ravenwaves of The Magic Well...
She hopes you do not mind the smell.