Blonde! Dames, Blonde!
With a reputation for being a little bit… dim.
Gentlemen prefer Blondes, so it goes;
From the lustre of their tiny toeses
To the tips of their cute little noses.
In much the same way that ladies prefer a rose to a lily,
Does a man hanker after the platinum Blonde,
Though she may be a handful, an eyeful, a trifle… a trifle silly, that is.
However, the message of her locks should bear a warning,
a field of ‘Heys!’ in the morning
That behind that guise, beyond those eyes
is often a mind;
A living, thinking, feeling entity of grey matter,
Not a deep-fried Mars Bar coated in batter.