Toupee or not toupee
That is the burning question
That is facing well En-domed men
Will black or white suffice
Or should it be fiery red
That glow in the night
My young daughter had the answer, she said
Daddy dearest, you must make your dome
A work of art, a thing of class
So i bowed my head, for my child
Could paint her work of art
Which was a forest green in hue
But i forgot to wash it off
I slept a sunday sleep, in the local park
With my head laid on a bench
Open to the world
I felt a gentle warmth
Caressing my sweet dome
I cried out you dirty dog
Cant you tell a work of art
You have soiled what was once
A perfect head, now it's all washed off

Allan James Saywell

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