#doggone synonyms

[pianokantzart]

Trying to translate a scene (pt 2)...

... I'm still on the warp pipe scene in the Japanese dub of The Super Mario Bros Movie: X

This is the line in English: "I'm telling you! Nothing can hurt us as long as we're together!" In Japanese, I'm hearing the line as this: "Daijoubu! Bokura taru de(?) do ba, nantoka naru sa!"

I know "Daijoubu" means "It's okay." (It literally translates to "okay," but in this context I believe it's a reassurance.)

I know "nantoka naru sa" means "it'll be alright in the end."

But I'm confused about that part in the middle. Bokura means "we." I think "taru" means enough/sufficient? Though it might have a different meaning in this context. Or I could be mishearing. (See update for corrections!) "Ba" is a conditional form. (If A, then B.) So is the quote: "It's okay! So long as we're enough, it'll be alright in the end"? That doesn't seem right. I'm almost certain that the "taru" I hear is something different, but I can't for the life of me figure out what the word actually is.

(Tagging @theybibsxi and @hug-monster for their expertise 🙏 )

Update:

@dooxliss suggested that the "taru" I'm hearing is actually "futari," which means "two people"/"a pair."

"Daijoubu! Bokura futari do ba, nantoka naru sa!"

If that's the case, the quote is actually "It's okay! So long as we're a pair, it'll be alright in the end," which makes a lot more sense.

Still, any sort of extra confirmation/correction is appreciated 👍 

[writer59january13]

Many British thermal units* later

Vice linkedin to carnal flesh this writer, (a married heterosexual doofus, – whose alter egos named and highlighted courtesy

Gallant and Goofus) attones to heat these lovely bag of bones

amazingly graceful human specimen more so than required to generate clones,

whose jibber-jabber feeble poetic words

crafted for no particular rhyme nor reason

analogous to babbling drones aging musculoskeletal physique groans

kvetching synonymously nsync with (metronome like) tick tock

where alphanumeric, esoteric, and generic

garden variety alter kocker

(eons ago a foo fighting

beastie boy baby boomer) and/or like

kin himself to famous mummified Pharaoh ala King Tutankhamun's moans wrapped in long strips of linen,

indistinguishable among rolling stones netting sometimes wrapped

each finger and toe individually against many future unknowns

as the soul of mine traveled across cosmos temporarily filling black hole sun, and kerplunked across space/time continuum

easily mistaken for pinteresting soundcloud virtual xylophones providing an x uber rent lyft along the edge of night amidst dark shadows to the outer limits of many twilight zones.

Hence, I will beg, borrow or steal loot and make a fair trade

with a paperback writer,

who exudes profound wisdom

as keen philosophical thinker oh no... no... no, this non smoking bandit, nor drinker will explain to police officer, that me willingly doth plead

guilty as freshly showered stinker

without spectacles yours truly can only blinker

if nabbed he

submissively relinquishes freedom

to do time inside

state of the art clinker, where ample heat warms hoodwinker covering mine rickety musculoskeletal, while escorted to attend requisite appointment with headshrinker with the icy name of Mister Rinker. Token Doubting Thomas here resorted to life of doggone petty crime without fanfare for this common man dirt poor bloke who doth air, (not that anybody

will give a rat's a$$, nor care

a jot regarding me squalid shiftless schlepper bereft of a place to call home

anemic checking and savings accounts with Citizens Bank describes my financial welfare), and similar to Scrooge, (who mutters "bah humbug**" grossly dislikes Xmas time of year, not always the case with yours truly,

cuz as a lad din

Southeastern Montgomery County

one cute as a button little boy with

short cropped strawberry blond hair, (unadulterated, accursed and unbiased opinion), aye declared papa tricked out as Santa Claus

divine and stood bug eyed while shopping with mother and siblings amidst madding crowd (at the King of Prussia Mall) then no living nightmare

not like today November twenty ninth

tooth how sinned twenty four

bajillion people angrily glare with livid rage expect whistleblower shrill shrieking against crass consumerism thru air courtesy bull-let-in aiming crosshair, whereat vendors pushing merchandise hooping he/she can scare

up brisk business, hence

caveat emptor i.e. buyer beware aside from aforementioned hypothetical scenario - I won't ever overspend credit cards, which profligate net spending occurs within glorious land of bilk and money Amazon qua America OnLine, the home of the free..., where distribution of wealth very unfair.

Yukon still experience enjoyment of beauty,

according to this poet of Perkiomen Valley with less sense and sensibility than a baboon, or other naked ape, cuz his pride and prejudice got in the way while seeking love and friendship, nevertheless he can bet

dollars to donuts (with glazed eyes) without oneself spending themselves silly

garnering mountain due of debt

subsequently cue sax and violins gently weeping (think guitar coming

unstrung at every fret),

thus... ya gotta get get aware simple pleasures experience mindfulness, such as zipping across globe on private jet hobnobbing with rich and famous, then swinging by utmost secluded unconventional monastery, and meet...

nun other than one cell bated abbott cost 'ello to thine reverent Mother.

* - The exact origin of the British Thermal Unit (BTU) is unclear, but Thomas Tredgold, a British railroad engineer, is the closest person to being credited with its discovery. Tredgold's definition of the BTU was the quantity of pounds avoirdupois that would raise the temperature of a cubic foot of water by one degree Fahrenheit.

** - The word "humbug" has been used since the 1700s to describe something or someone that is false or deceptive. It's also been used to describe a trick played on unsuspecting people. The word's exact origin is unknown, but some theories include: For example, you might say "Bah humbug!" if someone won't let children play catch on their lawn

[weeblyteblog]

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16 Original Pun-inspired Costumes to Wear This Halloween

To anyone who’s been following us on social media, it should come as no surprise that Grammarly loves puns—especially clever ones that we’ve never seen before. With Halloween just around the corner, we thought we would pull together some of the most creative ideas to spark your imagination.

1Drawn and Quartered

It’s a good thing puns aren’t considered treason! Follow this helpful tutorial to cover yourself in Pop Art makeup, then draw or hot-glue quarters to an old T-shirt.

2Cool Hand Luke

You can keep your cool hand, Luke . . . just don’t give us the cold shoulder! This simple, comfy costume is straight out of your dad’s joke vault. Pick out a comfortable outfit—anything will do. Make a name tag and write “Luke” on it. Then, for the clincher, paint your hand blue. You’re all set! If you want to beef up the authenticity, pick an outfit that really channels Paul Newman.

3Barewolf

This costume is so great we can barely contain ourselves! Becoming the Barewolf is easy. Take your standard, run-of-the-mill werewolf costume, but strip it down, using only the bare minimum—some fangs or wolf paws. Bonus points if you can find a nude-colored body-suit. The best part about this costume is you literally don’t have to try!

4Punk’in Spice

Would you tell Sid Vicious that he was basic? No, we didn’t think so. Get your teen angst on with this punk-inspired costume! The goal here is to put the “punk” in “punk’in spice.” After you get your punk look down, finish your look off with a “spice” name tag, or—if you’re feeling ambitious—build a wearable spice rack. Need some punk makeup tips? Check out this tutorial.

5Corn on the Bob

Put the corn anywhere you like; the costume is yours! And then add another little happy corn friend, because everyone needs a friend! With this costume, corn on the cob meets Bob Ross. Get an afro-style wig, unbutton your shirt maybe one button too many, and cover yourself in corn—painted corn cobs are even better.

6Australian Shepherd

This costume is doggone dinky-di, mate! Sometimes taking things literally has pun-tential. Think back to all those Christmases you spent staring at the nativity scene while your grandpa told you about his bunions for the fiftieth time. Channel your inner sheep herd, then brush up on your Aussie accent. DIY done.

7Ozzy Pawsbourne

Extra credit if you play “Bark at the Moon” and howl alllll night. This costume can be an individual costume or a couple’s costume with your pup. If you’re going solo, dress up as Ozzy Osbourne, equipped with collar, dog ears, and tail. If you’ve got a canine companion, you dress as Sharon and style your dog as Ozzy.

8The Red “C”

Ahhh, we sea what you did there. Wear a comfy outfit and top it with a red C. Simple AND clever.

9Mockingbird

“Hey, I like your costume!” “Hey, I like your costume! . . . ” Dress like a bird. You can go full DIY or get a great costume on Amazon, but the best part is you can playfully ��mock” people all night.

10The Walking Bread

Graaains! Grrrrainnns! Mmmm! Who doesn’t love zombie bread? Get this great bread costume or a simple bread T-shirt and zombie it up with some make-up to become The Walking Bread!

Get your #2 pencils ready, folks! We’re giving extra credit for word-inspired costumes!

1Comma, Comma, Comma Chameleon

Everyone will have to pause to appreciate this awesome costume! Start by getting a chameleon costume, then attach some felt commas with velcro or hot glue. Voila!

2Colon or Semicolon Powell

“There are no secrets to [costume] success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure.” —Colin Powell This one is simple! Just find your most political suit, and snag a pair of glasses from the thrift shop! Attach colons or semicolons to the outfit with pins or hot glue. Check out Colin Powell reference photos to make sure you nail the look.

3Grammar and Grampa

Grams will give you cookies, as long as you know the difference between your and you’re. This is a costume for two. Grab your SO or bestie, follow this “old age” makeup tutorial, and grow old together! Gramps is done once he dons his suspenders and bifocals, but Grams will need some corrective phrases and a red pen to polish her look.

4To Kill a Mockingbird

It might be a sin to kill a mockingbird, but this costume is heavenly! See our earlier Mockingbird costume, but add a Halloween-worthy head wound! Here’s how.

5Hairy Potter

Yer an artist Hairy! Here’s some clay… Unless you’re naturally hairy, you’ll have to get a gnarly wig; the bushier, the better! Caveman costumes are good for this. Dress in your clay-covered overalls, get yourself a ceramic or clay pot and—just like magic—you’re a “Potter!”

6Thesaurus

This costume is great! Terrific! Amazing! Yeah, you get it. Initially, this one comes with a bit of investment in a good dino costume, but to complete the look all you need is a list of synonyms and some pins! Or, just walk around offering synonyms to everyone. “Your costume is scary, terrifying, horrifying, shocking . . .” A few dinosaur puns might also get you in the spirit.

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Democrat Betrays Constitutional Free Speech with Defense of UC Berkeley

You’d think that there would be at least a few issues on which Democrats and Republicans could agree, one of them being that we should not encourage the suppression of alternative viewpoints or the violent rejection of free speech on the campuses of our public universities. But even in this seemingly-uncontroversial sphere, here we have some of the top Democrats in the country believing that it’s just fine if raging liberal mobs shut down conservative speech. Because, you know, what are places like UC Berkeley supposed to do? Hire more security officers? Nah, that’s not a wise use of funds. Instead, let’s just give the rioters their way and keep “controversial” speakers as far away from the college as possible.

Well, as long as “controversial” is synonymous with “conservative,” that is.

At a Senate Judiciary Committee hearing on Tuesday, Sen. Dianne Feinstein of California said that colleges like UC Berkeley were essentially beyond reproach and that they shouldn’t have to make special accommodations for controversial guests like Milo Yiannopoulos and Ann Coulter. She said that Berkeley president Janet Napolitano was a woman of upstanding repute (read: a tried and true liberal Democrat) and that she didn’t need to explain herself to the likes of those who are criticizing the university.

“The president of that university is known to all of us,” Feinstein said. “She was a governor; she headed a 250,000-staff Homeland Security Department here. She is tough, she is strong, she is fair, she is able.”

Good enough, strong enough, and doggone it, people like her.

Another panelist at the hearing, UCLA law professor Eugene Volokh, took great exception to Feinstein’s defense of the university, and the two got into a heated exchange on more than one occasion.

At one point, Feinstein said, “One of the problems that I have is that there is an expectation that the university handles [the security needs of conservative speakers.] The handling of it means that you have resources to be able to send and those resources know what to do. And particularly for the public university, and particularly for the University of California, there is a constant battle with the legislature over money. So the resources are not always what they might be.”

Volokh replied, “I would think that Berkeley police department would also be able and should be willing to lend police officers to help out. If we are in a position where our police departments are unable to protect free speech, whether it’s universities or otherwise, then yes, indeed, we are in a very bad position.”

And that, in fact, is the position we’re in around the country when it comes to campuses that are increasingly hostile to free speech of the conservative variety. For Feinstein to pretend this is limited to a few controversial speakers – that it has not entangled professors and deans in Missouri, California, and throughout the Ivy League – is for her to deliberately ignore reality.

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[writer59january13]

Friendliness equals self sustaining positive feedback fruit loop

My humble apology for inducing thee to manure yourself

thru figurative following poop,

best flushed down the toilet

of the behavioral sink why yours truly wretchedly reaches out cuz I never experienced popularity

as witnessed like craze of yoyo hula hoop

impossible mission to categorize one feeble hominid specimen as belonging to Homo sapiens group,

nor doth mine spiel attempt to dupe luck hate, or sell thee anything except the pleasure of befriending, daring ye to risk fondling me buttucks - their shiny happy cheeks, cuz that came fresh out of a shower whatever twerks for flirting maybe even an affectionate boop thankfully me schnoz

just cute as a button and said nosu not outsize nor adroop. Yours truly solitudinarian by default; Nevertheless, I recognize the necessity to evince good humored nature. I evince amazingly graceful social politesse, whether non verbal acknowledgement courtesy a genuine smile or querying passerby with cheery non-threatening risky "how art thou?" Hence a poem embedded within aforementioned poem Acta non verba... speaks volumes. The above ad hoc Latin catchphrase, which means 'Deeds not Words' (concatenated with two English words), I regale chance reader immediately sets saddles ablaze title of poem with timeless adage, aptly suits this solitary older male, whose daze spent on planet Earth

aimless, colorless, goalless, and objectless curriculum vitae configures a zigzag maze significant blocks of time poorly aye now appraise and rue so little forethought wrought starry eyed glaze amiss to any Amish, colonial, horse drawn observer

passing by in their chaise puzzled, asper my doggone catatonic gaze indicative as if me mind lost in a foggy haze yours truly attests, concurs, he now flays chastises, fulminates, lays hard and heavy lament,

albeit cloistered frivolous, lackadaisical, unproductive... ways apathetic, estranged, indifferent... ambivalent state comatose phase toward life, when at young age lacked joie de vivre evincing braise zen lee oblivious zombie behavior upon quick observation displayed craze zee demeanor synonymous

with institutionalized craze zee wardens of the state, and at present realize futility to raise hullabaloo, when 20/20 hindsight shines figurative light on how appeared to laze about lost in space, within outer limits of my own twilight zone ways.

[writer59january13]

Spore your appreciation, edification, information...,

orchestration, and utilization, a moss fungi (fun guy) attests his marriage synonymous with symbiotic relationship. Nostalgic acquiescence about fictitious life, oblivescence about current travails and reminiscence about transcendence into utopia prompts me to revisit livingsocial, now that yours truly among the grateful dead. As a saprophyte, the missus buzzfeeds off me lovely bones once plump with excess adipose tissue otherwise known as body fat, a connective tissue that extends throughout body electric found under your skin (subcutaneous fat), between your internal organs (visceral fat) and even in the inner cavities of bones (bone marrow adipose tissue). Over the ensuing two score and ten years after pledging our troth, the missus (opposed with a vehemence keeping her maiden name, or even acquiescing maintaining surname with hyphae fun nation), and yours truly at one time or another from the day we met until the present moment invariably, intolerantly, intimately, intentionally, intemperately, insultingly, insufficiently, insidiously, insincerely, insensitively, insensibly, inscrutably, inquietly, injuriously, inhospitably, inharmoniously, infuriatingly, infernally, inexorably, ineffably, indubitably, indescribably, indelibly, incredibly, increasingly, incessantly, incalculably, ineluctably molded unnamed spouse. Truth be told, the grudging acceptance to wed made indirectly and courtesy unbeknownst and linkedin to our unborn eldest daughter about four months in utero, when marriage date chosen July twenty fifth nineteen ninety six since yours truly and my then girlfriend abstained from birth control tantamount to playing Russian roulette, and decided to let natural insemination trigger conception between twelve and twenty four hours after ovulation. Neither of us the least bit prepared economically nor emotionally, which urge to procreate superseded sense and sensibility, and in retrospect, I readily admit flagrant negligent sexual recklessness (no matter physical intercourse monogamous), and an adamant refusal to use prophylactic or more commonly known as condom. Though excited to sow seminal seeds of life a panic stricken state afflicted me, when consensual concurrence

to consummate copulation occurred,

nevertheless ecstasy at potential fatherhood

brought courtesy the resultant

unexpected positive result

yielded from pregnancy kit.

Back in the day libidinal longing (in my pinion) wracked loin of accursed celibate

Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe,

where merest suggestion of auto erotic thoughts hounded doggone muttering dove head lettered man all the way to Antioch feverish pitch I could not block found mine doodling cock to crow night and day

without let up to dock

penile solitude a worse fate than therapy zapping gray matter

with wave after wave oven electroshock,

a divine sterling erectile rod

hoping gallivanting frisky felines would flock.

[writer59january13]

Soul of skeptic writhes with agonizing torture (like a burning man) in Dante's Inferno

Self immolation as sacrificial bleating lamb promises eternal martyrdom awaiting voluntary die hard protester, where countless vestal virgins provide blissfulness (think Playboy mansion on steroids) synonymous with delightful grand view garden of Eden transmuting mortal flesh (clothed in lovely bones) into burnt offering mummifying and searing once robust sacred heart courtesy hungry, and angry forked flames.

Escape said hell on Earth I must, which hopefully convincingly explains the above nightmarish scenario awaking me from an otherwise pleasant siesta. Livingsocial here at Highland Manor sparks the matchless following hyperbole, whereby overactive imagination fosters grim statistics of suicide in general, and setting her/himself afire in particular, yes no matter the truism, we

(yours truly and the missus)

can attest to a roof

(recently reshingled) over our head.

If only the (laugh-in) fickle finger of fate would bless with doggone sudden wealth, or bestow beneficent altruistic philanthropist to bolster my very anemic

checking and savings accounts

which still smarts nearly eleven months after weathering a blitzkrieg assault iterated umpteen times

within previous poems,

and even posted a gofundme page, whose soothing telephone voice calm, cool and collected (sotto voce) belied blood thirsty Machiavellian scheming compute hacker and fraudster, who called himself Harvey Specter; One scheming scammer,

who made out like a bandit

 after he fleeced one naive sexagenarian.

No matter psychological services found the author of these words vilifying

above named malevolent online marauder

who initially (convincingly) weaseled his way thru the milieu of cyberspace zapping this Apple Macbook Pro laptop, claiming to be holier than thou by disabling access to the Internet, I fell prey to his charade, binary enfilade, and façade entranced and mesmerized, subsequently feeling wretched after carrying out the bidding by unforgettable referenced clip artist, which incident of being bilked reported to the local police, whose promptitude responding offered small consolation.

Little forgiveness yielded toward a punning wordsmith, still seething, fuming, livid with rage and mad as a hatter at himself for following hook, line and sinker,

an older fella ordinarily tentative and cautious when commingling with persons unknown.

[writer59january13]

Ah... tis nothing greater than...

malfunctioning heater on that brisk winter day recorded here as proof positive regarding following reasonable rhyme.

While scrolling thru

poems crafted yesteryear, I chanced to jog my memory where

there

occurred power outage necessitated

more than divine intervention yielded courtesy effort

vis a vis wing and prayer

while yours truly kept burrowed

under blankets within

Highland Manor lair

squirting wd-40 into

ears, mouth, and nostrils

failed to activate, lubricate, and remediate

sluggish primary cerebral cog and gear

subjected to bitter cold apartment air.

Thee particular date being December twenty eighth, two thousand nineteen, (three years ago from today), I saith

the then Jack of all trades maintenance technician Kevin Blank said he would notify HVAC expert in good faith,

yet to compliment clangorous din... I called upon the ghost of Marley's wraith.

Thus despite compressor issuing cacophonous, deafening, ear splitting noise clattering din louder than convention of reindeer - doubled as all boys

(choir) followed by cavalcade of Santa Claus, who employed, the missus of course with equipoise, and countless elves pressed for service mending broken brand new toys.

Why... yes twas during most recent brutal bitter cold spell

methought, yours truly got sent, where absolute zero temperature more frigid than when hell froze over

of course, I felt like human popsicle

management didn't give a lick, no matter yours truly gave rebel yell

Billy me you, I immediately yearned (some months back) for April

May, June... some tell

tale sign to alleviate pell mell

bone crushing polar vortex preserved frozen awful botox smile impossible mission to quell, nor avoid frostbite to deep freeze (frieze) every cell;

millenniums later archeologists

discovered embalmed human

once preserved in ice despite climate changed dystopian future

found me thawed out body

reason to sing and kvell.

Forsooth mindlessly jabbering away

jaw frenziedly attempting to convey

how this schlemiel

procrastinated and did delay,

NOT taking page from

playbook of Dick Proenneke

without possessing an iota of survival skills to live alone in the wilderness such cockamimi half cocked notion

would fly in the face

of sense and sensibility

and I a creature of comfort

best be war re: not game

to warm cockles and muscles

loosely translated restrained foray

toward forbidding verboten terrain (exalting in bosom of paramour) think fifty shades of gray

kindling like ice cold tinder thawing

frigid celibate stasis,

an unnatural rut versus making whoopie

to generate body heat hooray,

but clothes minded chap

even entertaining bacchanalian melee

alien fantasy unrecognizable

yielded Abort, Retry, Fail?

– nay

synonymous to when yours truly

adopted Presbyterian sacred ministerial

he pledged allegiance linkedin

and jumpstarting career

parallel to the late Mister Rogers,

his neighborhood of make-believe

immune to weather related events,

thus forever okay,

nevertheless expressed gratitude

confessed, I unconsciously did (as iterated earlier) pray

while suspended animation did stay

slowing or stopping of biological function

physiological capabilities unpitted and preserved - yea.

Hence today upon being and getting woke, (where central heater set at a comfortable sixty five degrees fahrenheit)

feeling like I slept forever and a day - no joke

most certainly well rested constitution; dreams did evoke

intensely scrutinizing

Scottish matted cognomen,

chilled wren, and whim hen folk,

who appeared out of this

dreamy Maxfield Parrish world

hybridized, mutated,

and segued into rorschach Roanoke

Island mystery

disappearance smooth

as glass skin cloak immune against ultraviolet rays ordinarily causing skin cancer,

their attenuated limbs

(ala El Greco) strong as oak

versatile to prod

analogous to pig in a poke,

whereby superior petsmart doggone noggin could invoke telepathic communication interestingly enough issuing smoke

signals, whenever danger present

and capable to disappear

as if doing breast stroke,

thus concludes trademark

discombobulated poetic anecdote

of one garden variety generic bloke.

[writer59january13]

Courtesy severely receding hair line...,yours truly enveloped within morose mood

I (Samson incarnate)

frankly experience zapped strength,

hence sulk and pine for salad days of youth when abundant golden locks adorned me noggin.

Now in doddering dotage scant wisps of gray hair

(vestige of once luxuriant natural periwigged realm)

nothing except splotched scalp revealed.

Senescence stole mine prime mortal heft away

atrophied, eroded and weathered me body

once robust doubting thomas, who didst delay

livingsocial, especially rolling in the hay

never gathered rosebuds while I may

impossible mission now to slay

invisible decrepitude even if I recruited Zoro.

Post traumatic stress (shell shock

not military related) awoke,

when espying lapsed existence

viz twenty/twenty hindsight

oblivious to tempus fugit

when this young contra dancing bloke

now upon ruminating foregone opportunities

doth shed tears and choke.

Purposeless bemoaning lost

momentous occasions to no avail

synonymous regarding

hypothetical onset eye disease

suddenly rendering insightful chap blind,

whose fingers ground down as stubs,

hence lost cause mastering learning Braille

only death do me part

will once and for all curtail

where regret trained upon lofty dreams

of this father pursuit of happiness he didst derail

nevertheless grateful for sound

body, mind and spirit I exhale

no matter attaining being globe trotter

I royally did fail

passively foregoing flying headlong

toward holy grail

instead buzzfeeding investing

and teasing out obsession

linkedin and rooted with fixation

of former shaggy doggone mane

hirsute characteristic donned hearty and hale

generic garden variety bloke

whose thinning hair finds him

to reasonably rhyme albeit ham handed

with following poetic rant and rail.

Early this year gentle as calm ocean waters

lapping along a weir thumb and forefinger

of right hand would peel back, (diagonally flippant motion asper calendar

representing progression of time)

gets flipped over to veer

in one direction (linear)

revealing the next month at lightspeed

vis a vis tempus fugit galloping tear

thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness,

I starkly share

male or female pattern baldness extant along

Harris genealogical trunk line rare

yet divulging distress

about limp decreasing strands sends shivers along spine,

gloomy feeling linkedin

with old fashioned meaning of queer

and perchance tis foolhardy

reading this Samson night issue must appear tis unstoppable inching closer toward

as mortality gets near youthful robustness fades

replaced by senescence mere

really ambling along tragicomic time stream,

one evinces gargoyles mockingly leer

loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake

in conjunction dreams fraught

with frightful haunting monsters jeer

ring sound reverberating hair

splitting decibel jamming primary cranial gear

aye tell mice elf nothing to fear...

yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere

Yukon also temporarily part

blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear.