thanks to Keegan

Old Roald
You are gold
Or so I’m told
Your books fold
At night it’s cold

he wasn’t always bald
but the pattern was in the mould.

he had no toupé to hold,
but a newspaper he rolled
which he bought (i’m told)
with the money from the books that he sold.

with sales to behold
and people we polled
loved the stories retold
by old Roald

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