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
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2015
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