Short Bald Headed Poems
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there once was a fella named Joe
whose hairstyle's a wonky Afro
to the barber Joe went
Who repaired his head dent
Joe returned bald headed like Moe!
A bald-headed man from Jamaica
Attempted to scale a sky-scraper
From his hospital bed
He was heard to have said
‘I was seeking a hair-raising caper!
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There was a lazy, bald-headed man
Felt sunny day like a frying- pan
Put him up to his nest
Put his work off to rest
Got bump on head due to fallen fan.
Contest: Summer Laziness
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
Date: 14-06-2020
Beard and hair for man
What man will do for woman?
If no remain hair!
-October 23, 2018 Chattogram
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In making love woman cares man's hair in youth and cares beard in old age cause of bald headed but what will be about woman!
the sun don't shine without you in my life,
it's like a husband without a wife.
now that i'm in love you're going to leave,
it's like a bald-headed girl without her weave.
now that you're gone i'm over with you,
I need you as much as you need me too.
Form:
Once a bald-headed man
was holding a can.
He tripped and went down
fell on his crown.
He had a massive sore
but was more than sorry
when he read this and
didn't like the way
that I wrote for you
his story.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014
10.11.2014
Copper elf found a coin
Matching the pot in his mother’s kitchen
All shiny against his limb and loin
He said “I think I’m getting rich’n”.
It is like a pretty penny his child said.
Yes, and it was such a marvelous surprise!
It has a shine that reminds me of your daddy’s head
A bald-headed elf who would have rolled his eyes
Alas, due to the insidious coronavirus situation,
The guv ordered barber shops closed for the duration!
Now, I suppose that is of no concern to a bald-headed bloke,
But since I still have a few strands on my skull, it ain't no joke!
What am I to do sans my barber deftly wielding his shears,
Taking some off the top and trimming about my ears?
If the virus prevails many more months, I'm afraid,
That I must stifle my scruffy mane with a luxuriant braid!