Would you be more gentle,dear,I cried
She pushed my head as if it were a stone
I only want my hair washed not to die
And BTW why are you using Tide
Shampoo is much kinder,on I moaned~
Could you be more gentle,dear,I cried
I ‘m glad you don’t use Ariel, suicide
She wrote about the Moon, her love and home
Did she want her hair washed not to die?
In Spain she bought sardines so she could fry
In the wilds of Devon left alone
Ted was getting famous, not his wife
I re-enter time ,I let her dye
My hair is purple when rinsed from the foam
Did Plath want her hair dyed not to die?
Marriage holds a breeze but not a storm
The rose had pricked her finger with its thorn
Could we be more gentle if we tried?
We all need human love or we will die
