I needed a haircut before this began. I fear I’m becoming a disheveled man.
My hair is all tousled, messed up and ungroomed,
and tall as a Hardy Hibiscus in bloom.
Thank God I’m in radio and not on TV, with thousands of viewers all looking at me.
It’s nice here at JACK because nobody cares about proper appearance, or much less my hair!
But personally, I feel it’s become hard to manage.
Without the right hairspray I’d be quite disadvantaged.
Making it stand up has become a real quandary.
I last used a can of spray starch from the laundry.
My hairdresser Susan does her best to assure,
that after the lock down she’ll give me the cure.
And so, with each day, it grows taller and taller- making my head appear to be smaller.
Days turn to weeks of vexation and worry. I’ll soon get my haircut- I don’t need to hurry.
When the lock down is over, she’ll reshape this head.
I’d rather look goofy, than handsome and dead.
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