When I was a blonde I
walked as a blonde I
talked as a blonde;
but now that I have become
a brunette I have put away my
blonding lotion, farewell Kim Novak
and the statuesque Nordic
me: a touching scene truly…
We lingered like old lovers
who cannot quite believe
the evidence of their eyes.
‘It is all over, honey-bun, alas,’ said disconsolate
eyebrows being terribly
brave.
‘Toujours, tourjours,’ sang lips that had
tasted their last Tango, while
onward onward into an everlasting
brunette dusk we moved to confront,
with the new dawn’s rising
over a wasteland of depilatory and
Beauty-Mask, O
brave new world…
Bruce Dawe
