Oh I remember with a tear
When he used to have such gorgeous hair
But now his head is almost bare
With a peculiar silly looking comb over
With extra hair he tries to close
The bald spot but when the wind blows
The naked secret is revealed
There is just an empty field
Where beautiful crops of hair did yield
Then one fine day he did come
With his head shaved off like a drum
No more comb over no more hair
On his scalp he can feel the air
I don’t know what to think I swear
I hope a bald head is something we never share!
What did you think
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that's funny,,, you didn't write this about me did you?,,,oh,,um,,, how could you have know about my comb-over? oh ,,, i guess you know now,,,hsss,,, oh well,,, nicely written,,, enjoyed with a giggle,,, thanks sooo much for sharing this one,,,michael -
Wouldn`t be bald for quids
Good poem
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A thoroughly delightful poem, I see a couple people at work with this malady, enjoyed
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lol ya this one was inspired by my husband
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interesting inspiration i am sure. I believe that in the third line nor is suppose to be now though...... enjoyable i will say
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thanks for pointing that out... I'll fix it
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This was funny, cute & flowed nicely!
I love when you see a peticularly funny looking comb over & you try so hard not to giggle, but then of course as they approach you the wind blows, and when they're in audible laughing distance their comb over just completely flips & you can't help but giggle!
This was funny!
I dig it!
"I don’t know what to think I swear
I hope a bald head is something we never share!"
I feel yah! I pray I never go bald!
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