It's Just Me

When the first strands fell,
I felt no pain
as they swiftly slithered
down the drain,

until the whirlpool
no longer spun
when my showering time
was done.

Then I bought
some Liquid Plumber,
but that was then,
when I was dumber.

What happened next
caught me unaware
when “several strands”
became a hank of hair

and, I realized that
soon I’d be,
as bald as that cueball –
proverbially –

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
it came a-calling,
and showed me that
my hair was falling

here and there,
without a doubt,
revealing parts of
my pink scalp.

So, off to Beautyland
I went –
’twas the best ten bucks
I ever spent

to have it shaved
all silky smooth.
And now my baldness
is my groove.

So, one bright day
if you should see
a cute, bald chick,
well, it’s just me.

This chemo stuff
is quite perverse,
but all in all
it could be worse.

If the toxins chase
my cancer away,
then I’ll stay bald
for a thousand days!

© Candice W. Coghill, October, 2011 

As prompted by "Poetic Asides": 

Writer's Digest-Robert Lee Brewer-Wednesday Prompts - "Disguises"