Rapunzel

One would think living in the city would be great

On the top floor of a very tall building

With a view of all of New York.

Those people, however

Do not have miles of hair

Scratchy and thick

And full of split ends.

In the summer

Strangulating and vile

Keeping me contained.

Father says it’s for the best

Having all this hair

Would put me in a zoo

And boys don’t like girls in a zoo.