Bald Spot
Now what’s the matter with my hair?
It’s thinning balding -–such despair
As buddies jest that I’m ‘top gone’
With strands flaking one by one.
The barber whips piles of spray net
Yet coif flops, this manhood upset
While I grab the latest toupee
And style a bob which looks like hay!
Meanwhile, gals I need to attract
Believes new shave is a cool act...
With pierced ears studded, I am grand
Jigging on like a hip-hop band!
Dear me, today, life's all brand new
Nobody peeps at my head's view.
For Barry Stebbings’ Contest
Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be 2/13/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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