Guilty I Feel

Very guilty I feel. Eating at me, this has been. Tell someone about it I have to. Maybe feel better I will. Lose his hair naturally, Windu did not. You see, angry he made me one day. Making fun of my height at the council meeting that day he was. "Hey Yoda, why don't you stand up when you address the group? Oh, I'm sorry, you are standing!" So original he is. "Yoda, if we catch you, will you have to tell us where your pot of gold is? How about your Lucky Charms?" "Yoda, look me in the knee and tell me that!" Laughing at me the Council was. And Windu's fault it was! But mad, I do not get. Even I get. Only this time, maybe a little more than even I got. A "special ingredient" I mixed into his Tofurkey that night. The next morning, screams from Windu's room I heard. "Aaaaaaaah! My hair! My beautiful hair! Why?! Oh God, why me?! I'm too pretty to deserve this!" At first, a hard time adapting he had. An actual funeral for his good-looks, he threw. Sob unconsolably he would. "It's just not fair. There's so many people out there less pretty than me, but they still have all their hair. Why?!" Only supposed to fall out temporarily, his hair was. Unfortunately, over yet, "temporarily" is not. Like a bowling ball his head looks (the bowl polishers at the bowling alley he actually uses on his head), and my fault it is. Kind of bad about that I feel sometimes. But then, launch into one of his hour-long lectures about skin moisturizing he will. Not so guilty after that I feel. So relieved I am now that told you about this I have. A load off of my conscious this is. Just tell Windu do not.