When the age gets up there,
and you start to dispair,
when you look in the mirror,
and your lack of your hair...
Do not cry or whine
as your dome starts to shine
there are thing you can do
to make you look fine
If you are good with your age some
then grab a comb
and comb your hair over
the bald spot on your dome
If you don't mind extra attention
then shave it for inspection
then grab the wax
and wax for good reflection
But if shaving and combing like that
have you worried that they will laugh at
the big spot on your head
then just put on a hat.
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 5:13 PM UTC
When the age gets up there,
and you start to dispair,
when you look in the mirror,
and your lack of your hair...
Do not cry or whine
as your dome starts to shine
there are thing you can do
to make you look fine
If you are good with your age some
then grab a comb
and comb your hair over
the bald spot on your dome
If you don't mind extra attention
then shave it for inspection
then grab the wax
and wax for good reflection
But if shaving and combing like that
have you worried that they will laugh at
the big spot on your head
then just put on a hat.
My take on my math instructor and his awesome comb-over.
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