She hummed as she readied for bed,
Warmed by desire that spread
“Hurry back,” he had said.
Then warned by ad magic
That un-blonde is tragic
She proceeded to color her hair.
The clean breath ads jingled
As the warmth through her tingled
So she gargled and then brushed her teeth.
The magazine scent layout
Warned without not to go out
So she powdered and perfumed her cheeks.
Then she thought in despair
Of that underarm hair
And shaved in a frenzy and haste.
Now she’s lightened and brightened,
Sweet smellin’ and uptight’n
‘Cause her lover has long been asleep.