went for a ride in a flying shoe

My silliness decided to express itself in verse:

It seems I must have been a bore.
For, "Get a life!" said he, as he slammed the door.
I looked, and I looked, then looked some more.
For they don't sell them at the store,
No-one drops them on the floor,
To take another's means unnecessary gore--
So I suppose I must stay life-poor . . .
At least it's easy to ignore--
Though not for you, I'm very sure.

Three guesses as to my favorite rhyming poets.

eee!

This is SO great! Not only is washing my hair easier, it no longer holds so much water that, no matter how much I wring it out, I drip all over the house.

Yay haircut!