Balding
Holy crappola
My hair's thinning out
I'm much too young
It's making me pout
My pride and joy
My whole life through
Can't imagine me bald
Bet neither can you
Given this guy is
So rugged and stylish
Admittedly sometimes
A trifle bit childish
A dapper chappy
But with everything said
My crowning glory
Is up on my head
It defines who I am
No will to carry on
If I wake up one day
And my coiffure is gone
So take a good look
At my profile pic
The thought of me bald
Is making me sick
© Jack Ellison 2012
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012
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