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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