I’m aware I have a rare
flair
For the care of bear
hair
But I swear it’s such a
scare
To despair how I’ll fare
in their lair
I’d only do it on a dare
With a spare pair of
underwear
So I moved to an
open-air square
And switched to chair repair
Now I fix tears and read
Voltaire
It’s unfair, but I had
to share
W.B.