My once, and I thought forever, grand pompadour has left.
I never encouraged it to come or stay,
but I certainly wasn’t happy with the vacancy.
In addition to the loss of hair on the top
the Hair Gods, who monitor such things,
rewarded me with two very thoughtful gifts:
First, there was a pathetic effort at ear hair,
(My hearing loss can be attributed
To their vulgar sense of humor.)
Second, and really over the top, nose hair.
Now I am constantly reminded
that shaving is not complete until those suckers,
who, without constant maintenance, may reach my mouth
and destroy any chance of my enjoying dinner.
* From the song of a similar name
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