what every cavewoman can't live without:
ODE TO MY FLAT IRON
 
Fuzzy wuzzy iz my hair, frizzy whimzy everywhere.
(it puffs all out, like a grizzly bears)
On it's own it grows and grows,
absorbs all moisture despite my woes.
It's like a lions, like a poodles, without product I look bamboozled.
Fuzzy wuzzy iz my hair, frizzy whimzy everywhere.
Not fully curly, not nearly straight,
my hair decides each day its fate.
Some hairs go out and some go in. Some are stout and some are thin.
Curly wurly - half my hair, burly twirly without care.
To the rescue, so faithful and true,
is my flat iron, without what would I do?
It tames all the fuzzies and wuzzies and puffs,
keeps them in line and makes my hair...straight as a cuff.
It fights the humidity, static and rain,
keeps my hair smooth, soft and constrained.
So to my flat iron, and all you others out there,
I adore my flat iron and what it does to my hair!
Fuzzy wuzzy WUZ my hair, sizzley wizzley, everywhere.
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