All that damned effort and nought to display,
Where are my pectorals hiding today.
It's all in that hair, it's hiding the bulge.
I'll tidy the scene, to show I indulge
in narcissism and gym works
to compete with young clerks.
Came the day that I took the scissors in hand
I snipped and I cut at the longer grey strand.
Well, that did the job, got rid of the lank.
So now it's OK, I can dutifully thank
Narcissistic ten-dency for shape and for form
and secretly bowing to conforming to norm.
But then came the dawning - all was not well.
I'd got this damned tickling and itching from hell.
What was long was now short and prickly to boot
And sticking the nipples right down at the root.
I now wear a bra and bodice and belt
To stop the short curlies from tickling the pelt.
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