Been there and now I’m over it, those fifty shades of grey;
really, what’s the fuss about, we all get old one day.
I used to be a mousy brown, then grey bits did appear;
pretty soon those grey bits had spread from ear to ear.
And slowly they got lighter, through fifty shades at least
until I did resemble some geriatric beast.
Now my fifty shades of grey have gone their own sweet way
and I’m snow white awaiting Princess Charming to make my day.
They say that blondes have more fun, now I’ll find out at last;
although it needst be pretty good to beat what’s in my past.