Hair Poem

<br>I`m aware some stare at my hair.<br>In fact, to be fair,<br>Some really despair of my hair.<br>But I don`t care,<br>Cause they`re not aware,<br>Nor are they devonaire.<br>In fact, they`re just square.<br><br>They see hair down to there,<br>Say, "Beware" and go off on a tear!<br>I say, "No fair!"<br>A head that`s bare is really nowhere.<br>So be like a bear, be fair with your hair!<br>Show it you care.<br>Wear it to there.<br>Or to there.<br>Or to there, if you dare!<br><br>My wife bought some hair at a fair, to use as a spare.<br>Did I care?<br>Au contraire!<br>Spare hair is fair!<br>In fact, hair can be rare.<br>Fred Astair got no hair,<br>Nor does a chair,<br>Nor nor a chocolate eclair,<br>And where is the hair on a pear?<br>Nowhere, mon frere!<br><br>So now that I`ve shared this affair of the hair,<br>I`m going to repair to my lair and use Nair, do you care?<br><br>(Beard Poem)<br><br>Here`s my beard.<br>Ain`t it wierd?<br>Don`t be sceered,<br>Just a beard.