My hair may have touched the door frame.
I walked past quite carefully
But I tripped quite unfortunately
And my hair now doesn’t feel the same.
I realise it may all be in my head
Cos the thought is what fills me with dread
But I cannot quite shake
My my hair it did take
Some containment right to my dear bed.
In truth I now feel quite sick
Because my OCD is such a big prick
But I’m going to fight
This horrid thought right
And I hope that will do the trick.