There is a God somewhere,
at least I hope he's there,
because I care.
I have a bauld head,
I don't wear hair.
I've got hair on my face,
my beard stays in place.
But I have a limit,
I trim it.

I eat a lot of fiber,
hang around quite a bit in cyber.
I've never been constipated,
it's all diet related.
My head stays clear of stimulants,
they influence the actions of infants.

People like to be treated good,
even those termites that eat our wood,
those that run around in a nasty mood.
I stay away from nasty,
most of my treats are tasty.
Life can be served cold or hot,
is there any stew in the pot?

OnepoetGem