Desert Head
Desert Head
The tales they told of ole sailor Fred,
Had skin-grafts a grafted on top of his head,
To keep out the baldness, a triangular patch,
Touch of a p smell coming, perhaps,
with the new hairy faerie thatch,
stay upwind & have a care,
They
Hand grafted his pubic hair,
The curly stuff sort-ov a growing there,
no cause for blinking despair,
like a new turf a growing instead,
on yester-years billiard ball head,
there goes Freddy the Lair * : }-
tuit sweet, complete with new hare,
and the curls begot curls, so they said,
{pretty boy}
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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