C R Clark

(1946 / Arkansas)

Ode to Baldness


Heads that shine are “oh so fine”
And mostly trouble free
No hair to fly when wind is high
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  • Eddie Larkin (2/1/2009 12:18:00 AM)

    As a 'follically challenged' man myself I found this a good laugh! Incidently, I shave my head to achieve that shining chrome look... surely THAT is the answer to baldness, instead of buying dubious toupees or living with bald patches! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (12/12/2008 5:25:00 AM)

    Good morning Richard. Hey thought I would visit you and say thanks at the same time for your many reviews of my poems. God bless you merry gentleman! Thank you.

    I could write a few verses on this poem, it was fun and witty, loved it. I wish you the best in all your writing poet friend, Loyd (Report) Reply

  • Thad Wilk (3/9/2008 7:34:00 PM)

    In the 70's n 80's hair was cool, now hair is out and shaved the rule! *10*! !
    Nice one Richard! !
    Friend Thad (Report) Reply

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