Pity poor sad despondent Alicia, / for the medical tests which unleash a / surging wave of depression. / (The dog reads her expression.) / She’d been diagnosed with alopecia. /// A huge secret Alicia holds close, / the girl’s hairlessness makes her morose. / There’s no cure she can swig. / The bald girl wears a wig, / made from hair of the dog— and that’s gross.
Pity poor sad despondent Alicia, / for the medical tests which unleash a / surging wave of depression. / (The dog reads her expression.) / She’d been diagnosed with alopecia. /// A huge secret Alicia holds close, / the girl’s hairlessness makes her morose. / There’s no cure she can swig. / The bald girl wears a wig, / made from hair of the dog— and that’s gross.