HAIR TODAY - GONE TOMORROW

 

When I was a little boy

With locks so blond and curly,

I never thought I ever would

Lose it all so early.

That, by the age of seventeen

My hair, no longer gold

Was to recede at such a rate

I'd soon become quite bald.

 

But for a few years more I found,

By using ample spray,

My hair would cover up the gap

When combed a certain way.

And on the whole it looked quite good:

I didn't need a hat.

Except, that on a windy day

It lifted like a mat.

 

But now the days have gone by

When I could hide that patch.

Just like a roofless cottage

I'm running out of thatch.

And when I see the barber

Who is a friend of mine,

He invites me to come in

For a trim and shine.

 

All the same, I'm happy:

No reason to complain.

Though every time I wash it,

It falls out and blocks the drain.

I've a lovely wife at home;

Two loving daughters there.

My life would be complete if I

Could have a son - and hair.

Copyright Peter Jones 1992

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