Deadpan look highlights thin physiognomy
Yours truly (me) rarely if ever looks
at himself re: the man in the mirror,
cuz he dislikes the hangdog expression
and narrow face staring back at him.
Character sketch of mine mien visage
incorporates ungroomed straggly hair
a trademark of nonestablishmentarian
halcyon days living as one Norwegian
bachelor farmer in Lake Wobegon the
little town that time forgot and decades
could not improve, a figment of highly
imaginative storied strapping six foot
four inch Minnesotan Garrison Keillor,
whose creative juices American author,
singer, humorist, voice actor, and radio
personality who also cooked up powder
milk biscuits made from whole wheat.
All kidding aside, I strive to render with
words an accurate totally tubular terrific
hyperbolic character sketch accentuating
outstanding characteristics facial features
gifted to me courtesy genealogical traits
common among semitic peoples linkedin
to Eastern European Jews such as swarthy
complexion (as a pug nosed doggone mix
breed - Dalmatian and Boxer), yours truly
evinces Ashkenazi heredity courtesy oval
pate studded with highbrow forehead off
ring receding hairline Male androgenetic
alopecia (MAA, male pattern baldness)
most common cause of hair loss in men
subsequently undermining identification
as persona of Samson, cuz way back in
my roaring (leonine) twenties fame and
fortune acquired courtesy utter strangers
who lionized me on account of luscious
coiffed ample hair that tended to resemble
hornets nest popularized, sported and worn
by The B52's an American new wave band
formed in Athens, Georgia, in 1976, now
surviving members periwigged with faux
trademark hirsute garish flamboyant hair
after Southern slang for exaggerated out of
this world 'bouffant" hairdos, B-52 honor
resembling the nose cone of the aircraft
the design number, and B stands for bomber.
Aside from being an aged long haired pencil
neck geek, another prominent distinct feature
constitutes outsize Dumbo ears rarely visible
since lovely locks increasingly exhibit sixty
plus shades of gray and hide said anatomical
feature only known to me otolaryngologist,
-head and neck surgery because specialists re
sieve training in both medicine and surgery,
no where in the annals of Ripley's Belive It
or Not would house human auricles that did
rival mine organs for hearing even contesting
Guinness World Record holder Kala Kaiwi,
whose lobes are over four inches in diameter,
but being a shy person without the benefit of
powder milk biscuits, I steer away from the
limelight, and know that posthumously said
external ear consisting of skin (with adnexa),
cartilage, and six intrinsic muscles will be
preserved until some unspecified time in the
future when the every common joe biden his
time can be cloned into a complete person, or
at the least serve as a source to duplicate that
organ necessary for audiological experiences.
The above I did deaf finitely air
while seated in CVS shower chair
assembly required, yours truly
surprised himself owning capacity
and exhibited dexterous flair
crafting homespun humorous poem
more as entertainment
then to become a jillionaire.