Blue smoke, grey smoke

Blue smoke, grey smoke
The truth lies some where in between
Who would stand for a lady
as wonton or so it would seem
And Our Lady au contraire
Gardening best done in pairs
With a Lover of sorting hair

But illusions however hard fought
Must come at a painful cost
And to set out to illuminate
A great fairy tale of greatness
Smoothing a tough exterior
Belying a rough inferior interior
May be contrary

to morality. But who may judge
What a man or woman budgets
as to be of a sights' worth
Perhaps we would be worse off
I suffer along with my au pair
As to the grooming of hair

I may not cut string
Or any such thing
And so, I let it grow
Come hail, sun or snow
Candy, come back to me, please
I am on bended knee
.