He said
A gal who was youngish, yet gray
Was grayer with each passing day
She dyed it this color
She liked her hair duller
Cause it kept the young stallions away
I asked
Why didn't she just go unkempt?
From young stallions she'd be exempt
If she was as sloppy
As a beat up jalopy
They would leave just to show their contempt
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