Ode to Being Blonde
by Nancy Ness

It matters not how smart you are
For if you are a blonde
Dead batteries in a new car
Will render senses gone.

Of course the doors are locked up tight
Forget remote control
The hood won't open, such a plight
To jump this jag and roll

Oh, such a quand'ry, what to do?
The dealer said to me ~
Did the thought occur to you
To op'n it with the key?