His Mane Didst Wane

There once was a young Rufus, so the picture shows that story Who approached life without fear, trusting all was hunky dory But since he lived in high gear, some of his parts had worn out Including his beautiful hair, that never more will sprout It once was healthy and fair, as seen within that picture frame Yet turned a tone of yellow, at the height of his fame They wept when this fellow’s hair had turned that shade Thus, all available girl’s went to church and prayed Since they missed his green curls, which no other man had Still, Rufus lived even faster, and never became a dad Yielding in a disaster, when he looked upon his head For his hair changed one more hue; that of the color red Even though he changed shampoo, thinking that was the reason That his once charming locks, changed like the fall season And so just like the clocks, with hands spinning around After three more weeks, his hair turned wholly brown Though Rufus felt like a freak, his head now looking common But today his head is smooth, after all his hair had fallen. For Isaiah's Interlocking Rhyme Contest