• In the cold winter night,
    There was yet one man,
    Who simply adored heaters,
    But seemed to loathe fans.

    You see what the man was lacking,
    Was in fact on his head,
    He always dressed warmly,
    And was constantly well fed.

    But such frozen terrain,
    Caused the man’s head to chill,
    To the very point,
    Where he felt rather ill.

    The man spent the winter,
    Tormented by the cold,
    Regretting all those genes,
    Which had possibly made him bald.

    Not so far away,
    From where the man was located,
    Lay a lonesome beanie,
    Who was terribly frustrated.

    The beanie was like a rotting pizza,
    Placed in the heart of Rome,
    Everybody sees it,
    But nobody takes it home.

    Not only was the beanie woolly,
    But it was simply far too thick,
    It made all the shopper’s heads too hot,
    And caused their hair to stick.

    Though all the beanie longed for,
    Was someone who was true,
    Who appreciated his company,
    And occasionally took him to the zoo.

    But did such an individual exist?
    One with a heart of gold,
    Was the beanie’s fate conjoined,
    With the man whose head was bald?

    Customers would continue,
    To pass the beanie a glare,
    They did not want this travesty,
    Engulfing their head of hair.

    The apprehensive store manager,
    Was perplexed by this reoccurring display,
    He felt that he had no choice,
    But to give the beanie away.

    Whilst the beanie was still confined,
    To an extensive department store,
    The bald man was growing weary,
    Of the tattered clothes that he wore.

    So that very evening,
    The man decided to shop,
    He would buy new shoes, a scarf and glasses,
    And possibly a lollypop.

    He soon arrived at the store,
    And was promptly greeted by a man,
    Who reacted to his arrival strangely,
    And gently placed something in his hand.

    He opened his hand and to his surprise,
    An eccentric beanie was revealed,
    This would keep him warm in the winter,
    And his bald head would be concealed.

    The beanie felt like a woolly sheep,
    Or a warm, blazing fire,
    The man would always remember the day,
    On which he received this marvel at Myer.

    His newly acquired beanie,
    Was the missing puzzle piece,
    It would continuously keep his head tepid,
    And snug within its fleece.

    This very chance encounter,
    Was the answer to both their prayers,
    The man now had a means of warmth,
    And the beanie had found someone who cares.