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A Poem about Hair

Apropros to recent posts, reader Sompopo shared this hilarious poem about hair:

I'm aware some stare at my hair In fact, to be fair, some really despair of my hair But I don't care For they're not aware Nor are they debonair In fact, they're just square. They see hair down to there 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 Or a chocolate eclair And where is the hair on a pear? Nowhere, mon fraire. Now that I've shared my affair of the hair, I think I'll repair to my lair and use Nair- do you care?