Your poem is cool Jabber, even with the handicap I threw into the mix. Now lets see if I can rhymn the M words's.

When I played with my doll, always wanted to be its ma.
Then mother shaved my head, and I looked more like her pa.

She said my hair was too thin and thats not who I am,
Head shaving was good, she was the boss, I best say yes ma'am.

With my frail, skinny little body, and no hair to beat,
My appearance was macarbe to say the least.

I am much too young to swear or say dam,
But I hope my mother, the hair butcher, falls on the macadam.