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 . . .