My Crazy Hairdo

In 1969 I had a crazy hairdo.
My parents always said, "What should we do?"
My friends always said, "It smelled like a shoe."
I always said, "It was actually new."
There was so much spew that it turned into goo.
"Oh no! What should I do?"

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I live in northern New Jersey. I own one toy poodle. My favorite food is sushi and fish. I live with my mom and my dog. Since I'm into vintage things I decided to do a poem that took place in the sixties.