Terry F

A little poem

I'm aware some stare at my hair.

In fact, some really despair of my hair.

But I don't care, cos' they're not aware,

nor are they debonair.

In fact, they're just square.

They see hair go down to there,

say "Beware", and go off on a tear.

I say "No fair!"

A head that's bare is really nowhere.

So be like a bear, be fair with your hair.

Show it you care, wear it to there.

Or to there, or to there if you dare.

My wife bought some hair at a fair to use as a spare.

Did I care? Au contraire!

Spare hair is fair. In fact, hair can be rare.

Fred Astaire got no hair.

Nor does a chair,

nor a chocolate eclair.

Where is the hair on a pear?

Nowhere, mon frere!

Now that I've shared this affair of the hair,

I'll repair to my lair and use Nair, do you care?

Here's a small list of things I don't care for.

Many thanks to Ann Cameron and Robert Sheehan for their help.