A Farewell to Hair
For Paul's Unofficial Remix Challenge
The hair I had has up and left
Replaced by a smooth, slick surface
With dings, dents and bumps.
The hats I wore for fashion
Now prevent sunburn, mostly.
Those who say bald is beautiful
Have never looked under the hats.
Farewell, thick, blond mop
With that flamboyant flip -
Unruly, uncontrollable
And now so missed.
Only the stubborn sides remain,
Leaving an airstrip for the mosquitoes.
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A quick, near-last-minute entry to my pal-across-the-pond, Paul's unique challenge, which I'll link to below. It was inspired, in title, at least, by this one from Paul:
For any of you talented, quick thinkers that would like to enter, here's the challenge:
About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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