I have a tale, but not a tail

Like felius domesticum

It's of a girl, a real girl

I'm calling by her real name

And thus began

A summer camp sonnet

She saw a boy who would soon be

A bee in her teenage bonnet

Nina and her very long hair

Held a torch that got her nowhere

She hit him with a thunderbolt smile

Every thing she had she threw

Every dress and every shoe

Nina and her very long hair

Held a torch that got her nowhere

As hard as she tried

He never looked twice

He never did see the light,

And end the plight of Nina

Sometimes a film, comes over me,

Like a cold cup of tea

And I forget, what I was set

To snag and bag, grab and seize

At seventeen

She was still reeling

She went to camp

With a comb and a tent

And that same old feeling

Nina and her very long hair

Held a torch that got her nowhere

She hit him with a thunderbolt smile

Every thing she had she threw

Every dress and every shoe

Nina and her very long hair

Held a torch that got her nowhere

As hard as she tried

He never looked twice

He never did see the light,

And end the plight of Nina

And so she snipped,

She cut and she clipped

Enough to thatch a cottage roof

And once she'd preened,

She glowed and she gleamed

Off she set to make him swoon

She was the girl with very short hair,

That got her nowhere

End