Sunday, March 25, 2007

Toss the hat

No combing over
Toss the toupee
Shave it all off
No hair will stay

A head that’s bald
Smooth and shiny
It looks just like
A baby’s hiney

But no protection
From the sun’s rays
Or any warmth
On winter days

Completely bald
Yet they don’t mind
Unlike a woman
A wig she’ll find

To keep it shaved
Preventing stubble
It has to be
A lot of trouble

They’ve tossed their hats
Into the ring
Completely bald
Is now their thing

By, Randee Saber 3/25/07