Ode To the Plastic Comb

Sing praises to the toothless grin of the plastic, pocket comb; who through many heads of boys and men its plastic tines have flown. Working magic in the masculine hands, putting astray stains of hair in place, as the holder stares into a mirror, admiring their own face. Carried in back pockets of jeans, khakis and shorts; sat upon on hard surfaces - some tines start to abort. Thin tines on one end for the finest head of hair; thicker teeth on the other with large gaps of spaces there. Left behind on counters, in kitchen drawers and in bathrooms; discarded due to some missing teeth, but for others still worth a groom. Looking for that perfect look are many men and boys; hopeful that this plastic tool leads to future romantic joys.