The Heart Strings - Nina And Her Very Long Hair
I have a tale, but not a tail
Like felius domesticum
It s of a girl, a real girl
I m calling by her real name
And thus began
A summer camp sonnet
She saw a boy who would soon be
A bee in her teenage bonnet
Nina and her very long hair
Held a torch that got her nowhere
She hit him with a thunderbolt smile
Every thing she had she threw
Every dress and every shoe
Nina and her very long hair
Held a torch that got her nowhere
As hard as she tried
He never looked twice
He never did see the light,
And end the plight of Nina
Sometimes a film, comes over me,
Like a cold cup of tea
And I forget, what I was set
To snag and bag, grab and seize
At seventeen