My hair is gone!

The semi-true poem about my baldness.

I misplaced my hair today.
I can’t find it anywhere.
I searched for it on Ebay.
But, alas, it wasn’t there.

It wasn’t on my pillow.
It wasn’t on the floor.
It wasn’t on my towel,
Nor hanging on the door.

It wasn’t on hubby’s head.
That I would have noted,
His own hair long ago fled
Leaving his poor dome uncoated.

I saw it in the mirror
When I first got out of bed.
But I swear I won't shed a tear
Ov’r what used to top my head.

It was the perfect Mohawk.
So easy to maintain.
It made people stop and gawk
But I loved it just the same.

I knew the hair had to go.
That’s what the doctors said.
After so much Chemo,
I thought it might turn red.

But it didn’t. It just fell out
Before I ate my lunch.
Finding it I had my doubt
But then I got a hunch

After all my searching
In every cubby hole,
I found my hair amid the bling
On my little doggie Joe.

The end
(of my hair for now)

Bald photos coming soon to this blog!