ode to a curl

Oh sweet and sumptuous curlicue,
How doth you spiral so?
I long to bite your springy depths, and gnaw you like some dough.

You hide, so perfect and serene, ���neath piles of tired locks,
Why must you bury yourself, veiled at the nape ��� oh a pox!

Lean on your sisters, teach them your form,
Bring about a new dawn, lest they be shorn!

Ah mine little curl so true, How I do love you so

I will cherish you forever, maybe even mo'
Though I may sell you on ebay, if I���m ever that po���