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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
Copyright ©
Terry Flood
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