She's come unbunned.
I woulda sure thought that her head was sore--
Inevitable off her head would soar
Just too much weight.

She's come unbunned.
Mound like a mountain, it was much too high;
When it came down, the unmoosed [sic] strands did fly--
Just too much weight.

Too much weight
Piled up too far,
It's no more Trumped.
Her bun's unhumped.

She's come unbunned.
She shot a moose; it's not just lead that flies--
Also in flight: a ruff piled to the skies--
It's just too much weight.

She's come unbunned.
There came a point when head could take no more;
Inevitable off her head would soar
Mammoth mound on her pate.

Too much like mountain. . .how she got that hair to climb.
Too much like church tip and not enough mousse.
When it unsteepled, her covered eyes couldn't see.
Too much 'twas hived, then breached like a toppled pine.

Too much weight
Piled up too far.
Hairdresser shunned,
She's come unbunned.

She's come unbunned.
She didn't know what she was head-dread for.
If she'd had dreads, maybe it wouldn't soar--
Just too much weight.

She's come unbunned,
Mound like a mountain, but then down it dived.
When 'hived she was 6' 6", now just 5' 5"--
Just too much weight.

Too much weight
Piled up too far.
She shot; the gun
Made it unbunned.
Faux chapeau no mo'.