Salome prepared a dance solo for her pop
She did the twist, the Macarena, and the bunny hop
She danced all night, and when she was through
She asked, “How ‘bout it, pops? How did I do?”
“That was dynamite, baby!” was Herod’s reply
“And for a prize, I’ll get you anything money can buy!”
“A pony!” cried the girl, “I’ll name him Clover!”
But right about then, her mom beckoned her over
“You don’t want a pony,” she began to say
“They’re tacky and kitschy! They are très passé.
Only girls without taste get ponies, my dear.
They entirely went out of fashion last year.”
Salome looked up with a tear in her eye
“Ok, Mom…So what should I have Daddy buy?”
“Well darling, if you want to be très chic
A severed head is what you’ll seek
Vogue recommends saints with flowing curls
But, they’re only for the most popular girls.”
So Salome told her dad she wanted a head
Her dad gulped and asked, “Not a Barbie instead?”
But his daughter repeated what he had just heard
And he wasn’t a man to go back on his word
The next morning, Salome took the head to school
And showed it to cheerleaders, whom she knew were cool
But the cheerleaders shrieked, “Blech! That’s vile!”
Which made the girl question her mom’s sense of style
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