This poem was written for Chelsea Owens Final Terrible Poetry Competition, Click on the link to take part:
The Final Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest
The Final Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest
An Ode to the Bald
Oh, Woe is me, Alas and Alack
Oh how I wish I could have my hair back
Now my poor head is shiny and bald
My comb is redundant, my crown feels the cold
It’s the one thing for which I would pray, steal or beg,
If I could no longer be as bald as an egg.
😉
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😂😂😂 What an awesome, I mean terrible, poem!👨🦲🥚🤩
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Haha, thanks Angie 🙂 Unfortunately its rapidly becoming a truth for me.. 🙂
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Hilarious poem.
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Thanks, Sadje, its sad but true for me now, not quite completely bald, but getting there.
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It’s a sad fate for some men. But you have options now! 😛
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Haha, yes that’s true 🙂
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😍😉
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Lol Kristian!
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😉 Thank you
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You are welcome. 🙂
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Ha ha! I loved it. I think it’s not terrible, although going bald is not everyone’s life goal!
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Haha, Thank you. I’m sad that it’s the last one of these though. 🙂 At least going bald saves on barbers bills 😉
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That’s a nice benefit!
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