I’m losing my hair
It’s so unfair
No tresses to spare.
So now I try the Viviscal
I need a pal
For a balding gal.
Strands in the tub
Anywhere I rub
Not yet in Kojak’s club.
Maybe from stress
My shower is a mess
It’s even on my dress.
No tangle
No wrangle
Just annoying dangle.
When I hug
It’s in your shrug
And on the rug.
Not on my head
It’s in my bed
Everywhere I shed.
Two on my phone
I pluck and groan,
I need a hormone.
I don’t have a cane
But it’s insane
I must try Rogaine.
So maybe I exaggerate
But there’s hair on my plate
It’s long and straight.
Here’s the hook
I like to cook
Just don’t look--
There's an extra spice
No it’s not lice
Follicles suffice.
Some come and stop by
But just don’t cry
If there’s hair in your pie.
I’ll do my best
If you’re my guest
Hair upon request.
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I found my way to your newsletter at the right time. I'm in the throws of insomnia, night sweat, hair loss induced madness. My once lustrous, handfuls of hair have been reduced to a sad little rat tail of a ponytail.
btw: "masshole" That's hitting below the belt.