A little boy lies in his earthen home
He had to stay; he was forbid to roam.
Oh! He so wished he could go out and play.
Alas! He had to stay and self-decay!
TRESS DISTRESS
Follicles once graced my cranium;
Now hair's fallen like cut geraniums.
I've tried to re-sod and plant some new seed,
but cannot seem to find what my barren scalp needs.
