There is a spot On the back of the head That body and self spin round And go down. This is true. And he will nod.
Some men go bald There first, and some Later, as emptiness Creeps up from the eyes.
And all of us know the spot By feel, and I for one, Confronted by questions With no sides or bottom, Reach up and rub. It is some Sort of answer. At least we have found The point of Mystification.