Notes About The Poem

Contest: Hair Composition 

Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

15  May 2025

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Sparingly Topped

To start with I part it and sweep each side back
Tucked over each ear is this guy’s hairstyle hack
Brynner and Willis and Johnson are cool
But I keep my hair on… I’m nobody’s fool

Bald suits some people but some look plain weird
Maybe that’s why many grow a big beard
Their chosen shampoo is for use on their chins
And that brings me to where my story begins…….

My first chosen hairstyle; I must have been ten
Was when I decided… no haircuts again
It seemed like no time before my flaxen locks
We’re looking in danger of reaching my socks

But Glam Rock meant I fitted into the scene 
Alas, even then, people could be so mean
For with my long blonde hair beginning to curl
I lost count of folk saying, ‘Are you a girl?’

And then in my thirties my hairline ascended
Only a little but I had depended
On my golden strands to be my pride and joy
At least it was obvious I was a boy

In my shoes at thirty there now a man stood
My crowning glory fought long as it could
I trimmed half an inch off of my flowing hair
I felt like a bald man was standing right there

At forty, I could no more argue the truth 
I felt a bit chilly up their on my roof
It was with regret and the firmest prompt yet
That hair flowing in the wind, I must forget 

So, off to the barbers; a short back and sides
Nondescript, that’s where my forties resides
And then in my fifties… twas anything goes
My hair, though delusional… nonetheless… grows

And so, here I sit, with Shakespeare in my head 
What I have in common with writers long dead
Is hair with a parting that’s ever so wide
And the knowledge that hair won’t be my lasting pride

But I always knew that my baldness would win
That my new short hair would bring someone a grin
That I would tell folk that my hairstyle was best
And my four inch parting was standing the test

So keep all your lotions, your serums and gels
Keep your shampoos with your lavender smells
My side bits are sheepish, but here is the joke
The bald bit makes me just an everyday bloke
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Rodrigues Avatar
May 30, 2025 at 8:33 AM
Terry, Congrats on 3rd place in my contest (see blog). Love the different moods and perspectives that run through your head (your life). Like the rest of us, who reach a certain age, if we are real ourselvea, we embrace who we are. Fantastic!
Wolf Avatar
May 20, 2025 at 9:08 PM
Hair and There, Everywhere. Bald eggs seem to do fine; bald tires, not so good. ~ Gershon
Jones Avatar
May 17, 2025 at 10:44 PM
A good engaging story from great storyteller! Good luck! And I’ve always thought bald men were cool!
Flood Avatar
May 20, 2025 at 7:48 AM
Thank you, Karen. Sorry for this tardy reply.
M  Avatar
May 16, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Another funny write Terry…you are so clever with humour….Debx
Flood Avatar
May 16, 2025 at 3:33 PM
I’m sure Kim was looking for writes about highly pampered coiffures… well I spend at least 25 seconds a day on mine…that must count for something ;-) Glad you enjoyed, Deb.
Edmonds  Avatar
May 16, 2025 at 1:39 AM
With baldness one has nothing to fear, unless hair changes direction and sprouts from the ear… Beryl
Flood Avatar
May 16, 2025 at 2:57 PM
Ha ha. Thanks, Beryl. Enjoyed your comment ;-)
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