My friend does a ritual dance,
with skill she does perform.
She chants and turns and dips her head
into a vat of water warm.
She starts by carefully spreading on
some potion from a vial,
And waves her fingers through her hair
in mystic magic style.
Again she dips into the vat
her tresses to de-foam.
Then carefully she parts each strand
with a wand shaped like a comb.
She rolls her eyes and frowns and chants
at locks that try to stray.
And grits her teeth and fusses
using words I cannot say.
She wraps it round a special rod,
more potions she does use.
And hopes when all is said and done
she’ll have the latest ‘do’.
The hairs upon her head she charms
each strand, yes, every lock.
Then wraps it in a special band
that looks like an old sock.
I’m told this special dance is done
by many a mom and girl.
It requires patience and some skill;
and is called the curler whirl.
May B. Winkel ©2003