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