Hair Glare

He wows all the women,

Without even trying,

Switching around,

Someone's always left crying.



The women all love him,

It's just as I fear,

A symptom I call,

The Allen "Hair Glare".



I figure his hair,

Blinds them to the truth,

That with that blouse and skirt,

He looks just like Aunt Ruth



That's right, Aunt Ruth,

Without her beard,

But you have to admit,

He does look weird.



What a womanizer!

What a playboy!

He flings them around,

Just like toys.



Whoever said chivalry is dead,

Never met this man,

If anyone can get away with it,

Allen can.



After reading this you might think,

I hate the blonde Barbie,

Not true, for without him,

Where would the show be?



So you Allen fans out there,

Do not hate, do not burn,

This poem is not mean,

Just a way for you to learn.



I know how you love him,

Blonde and blue really work,

But you must admit,

He really is quite a jerk.



by: Coral