Winston had just one hair left,
and he’d comb it across his head.

He’d even still visit the barber shop monthly
where all of his closest friends said,

“Winnie, good man, why not hack off that weed
and be bald. Just do it, surrender.”

“Expire my follicular force’s last gasp?” Win snarled,
“Never, never, never, never, never.”

“UTAH…GIMME’ TWO!” – Winnie Churchair, pictured wearing the hard top protective case for his last hair (Photo: A. Eisenstaedt).