My dear, sweet toupee,
Please don’t you fly away.
Though it’s breezy here
On the Lido deck today.
My natural hair all fell away,
You were (glued) here to stay.
Now, you may be leaving me.
So, please don’t fly away.
Author: Blind John Ellsworth
Blind John Ellsworth (1960- ), a (questionable) poet and sometimes Texas bluesman. He has recorded one spoken-word album (thankfully unreleased), since he is still trying to learn to play guitar. (Lack of musical skills is what makes him a poet and not a lyricist. Plus, he can’t write music.)
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