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Originally Posted by Jerome Betts
Oh rue the day that youthful thatch
No longer seems quite up to scratch!
As passing years reveal your scalp,
A shiny pale-pink mini-Alp,
Worse still, a sort of wrinkled corm,
You find it kept you dry and warm
Without recourse to things like caps
To cover all the growing gaps,
And Berlusconi-style head-jobs,
Those domes they pit with small red blobs,
Comb-overs, costly French toupees
That slip in disconcerting ways
Or generate a prickly heat.
As Anon said, and I’ll repeat,
Designed for town and country wear,
There is no substitute for hair.
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Jerome,
This is great, remininiscent of Swift. One change you might consider is to substitute "
Anon declared" for "As
Anon said" in Line 14, to strengthen the meter, and support your excellent finishing couplet.