As Bald As My Boot (Fun Poem 79)

I woke up one morning my hair all over the pillow where my head should be. I looked in the mirror and was shocked at what confronted me. My head was as bald as my boot. My wife screamed, “We’ll have none of that! ” She then started combing like mad our poor old cat. “I’m going to make you a toupee.” Now whenever my hair gets wet I start smelling like something that popped out of a smelly old dustbin. She never did say which end the hair came from, the front or the rear. I’ll leave you to guess that little bit of fun. 23 May 2008