HIS CROWNING GLORY
A verse based on ‘The Bald Knight’, one of Aesop’s Fables
There was a knight with a head of hair
so rich and fine
and full of shine,
it served as his crowning glory …
a most fortunate head of hair.
But when that mane began to wane,
he sought to fight,
with all his might,
the loss of his crowning glory …
his invaluable head of hair.
Bent was the gent to hold on tight,
by earnest notion
and cunning potion,
to the last of his crowning glory …
his diminishing head of hair.
Still, at day’s end, he’d trudge to bed
possessed by dread
of a cold, cold head,
the lack of a crowning glory …
an obsolete head of hair.
When finally bald, that lion resolved
to feel quite good
without a hood,
bereft of a crowning glory …
an irrelevant head of hair.
For that shrewd man had made a plan
to buy a fake,
amends to make
for the loss of a crowning glory …
a forgettable head of hair.
And once he’d got a suitable mop,
he looked so sure
traversing the moor,
devoid of a crowning glory …
a superfluous head of hair.
Then riding tall through town one day,
there blew up a gust
that certainly must,
devour the false crowning glory …
the substitute head of hair.
Off his pate flew the counterfeit top,
assuming the look
of a jay or a rook,
instead of a crowning glory …
a dispensable head of hair!
So, patting his dome, he cast off his comb,
for he was a bloke,
could handle the joke,
the plight of an old crowning glory …
the flight of a new head of hair.
Forsaking the fight, he reasoned aright:
“If ready-made hair
is too much to bear,
I’ve no claim to a crowning glory …
an indigenous head of hair!”
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