Mislead, up a tower

I heard the sweetest melody

From way high up in the clouds.

A girl with golden hair appeared

 

Her braids were thick and heavy as rope;

And I have a thing for blonde girls.

 

So I climbed and climbed, dreaming of

What we might do once I reach her.

 

The closer I got the more excited I was

To see that thick hair unbraided

 

I race the last few yards upwards,

Already unbuttoning my shirt

 

But I arrive only to see

My beautiful rapunzel’s hair

Pinned on a mannequins head

Beside the other wigs

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