We are going to the bachelor party,
And I am giving up styling my hair,
Because I always look like a hooker or a cleaning lady.
Now my girlfriend is in my house almost without the hair.
When I looked at her first,
I only could ask:
What happened?
She mixed the bleach with the color,
And waited for 50 minutes.
I hope it wouldn't affect the marriage...
The bride got drunk before everyone else,
Now under the table.
More liqueur and strippers than guests,
I guess its time to say: "Good luck, I wish the best!"
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
