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Dig My Do
Written By: Donna Rhodes | Issue: 2020/09 – September
Many of you sent support when I went through my recent balding (chemo and radiation).
Your sweet wishes, jokes, and empathy pulled me through that hairable time. I am glad my first hair poem resonated with those who’ve experienced chemo or had loved ones who did.
Now that I am a fluffy again, here’s a poem to celebrate hair-etics everywhere. Loosely based on My Boyfriend’s Back.
My hair grew back even tho it’s just a stubble
Hey hey, dig-my-do . . . My hair grew back
It was so monumental, it was spotted by the Hubble
Hey hey, dig-my-do . . . My hair grew back
It’s spreading fast like a fuzzy newborn’s
Hey hey, dig-my-do . . . My hair grew back
When I don a hat, I have to use shoe-horns
Hey hey, dig-my-do . . . My hair grew back
In that last line I was lying
But my hair is really really tryin’
It’s been gone for such a long time
Hey hey, dig-my-do . . . My hair grew back
Now it’s coming back and things are gonna be fine
Hey hey, dig-my-do . . . My hair grew back
I’m pretty sure I’m over the hump now
Hey hey, dig-my-do . . . My hair grew back
I’ll look like the love child of Rapuntzel and Trump, wow!
Hey hey, dig-my-do . . . My hair grew back
Yeah, this time I ain’t a lyin’
No more will Donna be a cryin’
Got a bunny tattoo. Now I have some hare, guys
Hey hey, dig-my-do . . . My hair grew back
If I told you another, I’d be gel-in’ more lies
Hey hey, dig-my-do . . . My hair grew back
My cat took pity, went plowing through her chair, y’all,
Hey hey, dig-my-do . . . Her chair is gross
Made a hairpiece from a reconstituted hairball
Hey hey, dig-my-do . . . That’s all. Adios.
Oh, yeah, my hair came back
Gray, blonde, brown, and black
Yeah, yeah, my hair came back
May you never have a chemo attack
Repeat and fade . . .
