Circa the 80’s. An era of abundant hair…
Of thick manes, oh what a love affair
Stroking fingers, you stayed firmly rooted
Must have been an angel’s gift, feeling abluted!
In the wonder years, what an asset you were,
Working as my accomplice, together to persevere…
To win attention, oh you made it so easy,
Just a toss here, a flick there, bingo! she had to see!!
As age beckoned, so did stress…
Tried every treatment no more, no less
You hung on, like a faithful friend
Fighting back, till the very end
And then when I touched you,
It felt you were still there,
But upon taking a closer look,
On the ground, you appeared somewhere
Gone are the days now,
When the barber down the lane
Would know I would visit him
Only to show-off my glorious mane
As the world debate rages on,
for who’s responsible for the global meltdown
I resign to my bed, silently at night…
With my sadistic scalp reflecting the moonlight…
Coming soon –
The HAIR Supremacy: A CLOSE Shave.
The HAIR Ultimatum: The BALD Truth!
Naju-ism 