Ode to a bald pate ( On hair-loss)

This happened last week
feeling ok , not entirely weak
on the phone I did speak
volumes "bout the illness freak

That has left me fat and bald
On the verge of sounding ribald
Hair loss not as in growing old
but as sudden as entering the fold

Of people one sees often
in Orders,like a penitent nun
No offence here , no pun
but being hairless is no fun

 After a long sojourn
your spouse does return
 lifts your cap, knits his brow
asks,"hmm why did it not grow?"

"You tell me, you should know!"
my kids shriek, "show , show!"
I have a good mind to begin
charging,  one glimpse, one coin

Last week , for need of air
the weather being sunny and fair
I walked out of my lair
phone glued to the ear(not hair)

A girl with a glistening long mane
one whose I can't recall name
normally walks with extreme
composure, in her youth prime

Gave a startled gasp
her hands she did clasp
a fleeting look of intense
alarm, crossed her face

then lowering her countenance
biting her lips , hiding a grimace
her pace she quickened
I learnt a lesson , as I turned in

by looks chastened
I ran a hand, mid sentence
my scalp I encountered
recently tonsured

I forgot my headwear
hence the looks, sneer
Took there and then a vow
never to a glimpse allow

of my maneless mien
my stubbly field
six o clock shade
or my pate shining.