Ornament
I used to be the first ornament That you’d want to put on the tree Unlike mass produced boxed hair dye You’ll only find one of me Through the years I’ve lost some luster and shine Have gotten some nicks on the glass Of this bauble so divine Then there was the year Figaro knocked the whole tree down The cat had a great time But it’s no fun being tossed to the ground Soon I’ll be considered vintage A rarity you don’t see too much When I’m found at the thrift store I’ll be too unique to pass by untouched