This poem was written for Chelsea Owens Final Terrible Poetry Competition, Click on the link to take part:
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.