Bad Hair Day

It’s not usually supposed

That men have bad hair days

Trust me they do.

Cowlicks won’t cow down

Silver mane more like rust

Brush bristles bend against iron locks

Just for men came and went

Riding on a tide of bad cologne

If the wet head is dead

How did it die?

Alas poor cowlick I knew him well Horatio

Bad hair day spell still unbroken

Face the world hoping the scruffy look

Is making a comeback.