A Waste of Talent

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.