"I'm late for work" our Annie said.
"I showered and I made my bed.
I washed the hair upon my head
And now I must do what I dread."

Her hair is straight; she cries "No Fair!"
Her sister got the curly hair
Sis calmly straightens it with care.
Sis hates her curls that cluster there.

So with a sigh and much chagrin
Ann plugs her curling iron in.
And hears a sizzle deep within.
It's smoking and it stinks like sin!

She waits until it sparks no more
Then quickly throws it out the door.
She cries and sits down on the floor.
Her curling iron will work no more.

Her self esteem is stuck on jerk.
She'll have to call in sick to work
And now the coffee will not perk!
Oh what a day to go berserk.