When I married him 3 and a half years ago, I had no idea that Kevin was such a great poet. Then today, in a fit of silliness inspired by the similarities between Eli's head and his own, Kevin penned this marvelous work. Enjoy!










Look! A melon, a globe, a ball!
No, no, no, It’s not that at all.
Must be one of those ostrich eggs.
But wait! A neck and arms, and legs.
A head, it is, I do declare!
Avert your eyes, please don’t stare.
It’s slick and smooth and full of shine,
His hair no longer has a line.
No there’s nothing where there should be hair,
Not a sprig or sprout of hair up there.

They say, “his head is prone to freeze,
He’ll catch a cold and cough and sneeze.”
But quick, a scarf, a hood, a hat
And we can cease to fret ‘bout that.
Now being balds not so bad
Even for such a youthful lad.
Cause with no hair to fluff and tease
There’s no room for lice or fleas.
No tick nor dander can make a home
If there’s nothing left to comb.

No perms, no curls, no stylish wave,
Not even stubble left to shave.
No bangs no tails, no rows of corn,
No GI cut that’s neatly shorn.
No dyes, no spikes no mullet threat,
There’s nothing there to hold the sweat.
No need to worry about banker’s cost
Since being bald means nothing’s lost.
No product, no spritz, no need for gel,
He need not worry how to style his shell.
So wear with pride that marvelous dome
And give thanks to God there’s nothing to comb.