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Some men have a full head of hair; With others there is a lack. Those with abundance aren't always fair And throw the bald ones a lot of flack,
Like---"an empty shack needs no roof", Or---"granite grows no grass". From such ones I stay aloof For it sounds like belching gas.
To the first I say, "no roof lets in light, Therefore, I'm not in the dark. To understand is pure delight". That stops that vile remark.
To the next remark I simply say, "You could have let that statement pass. As well as granite, a brain is gray, And a busy street grows no grass".
So, listen, all you bald headed men, Don't be ashamed of your dome. Don't accept a blow to your chin Just because you need no comb.
'Cause next I say what the smart aleck dreads And all his remarks are smothered, "God only made a few perfect heads And those are the ones He uncovered".
By L. B. Strawn
October 22,1987