OK, I can no longer say <br />I’ve got a receding hairline <br />and sure everyone can see <br />the plain fact, the bald fact - <br />but there are pleasures, you know <br /> <br />I’ve saved heaps on hair gel <br />and shampoos and conditioners <br />and I can actually feel the cool air <br />(no one can call me hot-headed) <br />and the great thing now <br />is everyone says with all honesty <br />I’m sexy as Sean Connery <br />(what they say behind my back <br />is none of my business) <br /> <br />but the best blessing of all <br />is I never need to look for my comb <br />(I confess I was always misplacing it) <br />and so I don’t need to reach for my wife’s comb <br />and so she lies as still as a pussycat <br />and she doesn’t need to roar <br />like a lioness <br />first thing in the morning: <br />Don’t you dare touch my comb! <br /> <br />Ah, the blessings that flow in eminent baldness<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-pleasures-of-being-bald/
