What was my brother thinking.
Dying his hair electric blue.
It looks like a blueberry
exploded on his head.
His new nickname is smerf.
His hair matches his wacky personality.
But its going to take some getting use to.
Oh what was he thinking.
Dying his hair blue?
(this is to my brother Zak. this poem was made the day after he dyed his hair blue.)
