Regrets are like hair

Everyone’s got it

Doesn’t matter how much you wax, trim, thread

Shave, pluck or electrolyze

Those sneaky bastard will sneak up somewhere

Usually at a most inopportune time

And those sneaky one’s you never seem to get

Miss one here and there

But like hair you can control it

Mow the lawn, trim the hedges

You gotta know your lawn

Learn from it

To make something of it.