Limerick: Coiffeuse

Poem By AtreyaSarma Uppaluri

The coiffeuse was mad o’er her hair
She tried every dye with fanfare
Her income rose well
One day her wig fell
With that everyone went elsewhere

[Mar 20,2009: : Hyderabad - 500 056]

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