It’s been a while but now you’re back, I see.
Determination such as rarely found,
Displayed in slender strand of ivory,
Protruding once again there on my brow.
What fiendish pride lurks in your keratin?
So proud, you lord it over other hairs,
Your fall from grace awaiting there within,
I cannot take my daughter’s funny stares.
Too late to hide, I’ll pluck you like a weed,
That little thrill, I have the tweezers primed,
A moment’s pain, and there, I’ve done the deed,
Now order has returned above my eyes.
I twirl you in my fingers, tiny string,
Then bid you farewell, drop you in the sink.
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