I'm bald
Nothing left
But to lift
My glass eye
To the egglike sphere
Exposed by the clippers
With a #3 guard
Aaaiiii!
My so-called head
So called because
No one wants to call it
What it really is
Namely
An egg noggin
I'm bald.
WHAT IS A POEM? ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE CAN TELL YOU.
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Well Jeff, you can take comfort in knowing it's the innards, not the outards of egg noggins that we're most concerned with. And then there is the opportunity for hats...
ReplyDeleteI feel so exposed, like the little guys in that Mars Attacks movie. The local zombies tell me it's what’s inside that counts, but . . . wait . . . oh crud . . .
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