The Curious Coif

Enigmatically stubborn to style, the coif Some days it can be easily pulled off Other days it requires an exorcism Like Zoolander it can look like ‘Magnum’ Hides my receding hairline like a charm Sophistication to my head’s yardarm Its antidote is a very windy day Requiring heavy doses of hairspray When it works my lady wants to stroke it I recoil in fear, making her remit For a single finger can ruin it It’s a fickle angel to babysit