Hair Loss

a poem

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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