the bald man

in a lonely house,
there stood a man,
with a burning desire,
to ruin this land.

His anger was bitter and deep,
I declare--
For he blamed all the world
For the loss of his hair.

for the loss of hair,
he had lost more,
the love of his life,
had left him sore.

She left him alone,
And to make matters worse:
She stole his toupée
In her pink leather purse.