Dr H and the curious case of hair

Dr H is frumpy and resembles the nursery rhyme
about the Kings men. he unravels
like an apple peel, in between a normal distribution
equation, or in the middle of a central
limits theorem. he's lost his anger and his hair

and a few inches from around
the spine, where a tummy still rolls over
when he sits. and gasps for breath

Dr. H has a transparent pocket showing
a few hundred rupee bills and a hand
kerchief. the only excitement from him
comes when he rediscovers a proof
and/or
a student who discovers it. and then up
jumps his hair