Insights from a person of questionable sanity

Below is just a funny poem (if you can call it that) that I wrote for my friend I J.P. (who isnt on here!) when he cut his long hair!

A poem on the loss of my dear friend's hair

There was once a tall boy called Jack Prescott
who came from far away with a mascot-
it was his hair, long thick and mousey brown
that brought him luck like the man with a crown.

Whereever he went some girls would turn their head
only God knows how many he took to bed!
Drugs, sex, and rock n roll became his pride and joy,
After a night with him you couldnt call him coy!

Alas, one day Jack Prescott went to devon,
with Beatles in his ear he thought its heaven.
The devil possessed him and he cut his hair!
No use us mourning he just didnt care!

Why he had to cut his hair he wouldnt say,
but there are many girls who long for yesterday.
Now Jacks boring, hes not the scary guy girls look for
you've lost your touch, cant even scare a cat anymore.

Poor Jack, lost are the girls, lost is the youthful look
old Jack Prescott sits on the park bench with a book.
When an old lady would go by he'd shout 'ar right honey?'
Thinking he was an old beggar, she's throw him some money!

Alas the neighbours would say, there sits old Jack Prescott
who came from far away with his hair as a mascot.
But he couldnt leave it alone, he had to have it cut
and now hes lost his good luck he sits all day on his butt!

There was once a tall boy who stood out from the mass
without his hair all thats left now is a jack ***!

Thank you
opti (nad)