Hair Today Gone Tomorrow

I'm aware some stare at my hair.

In fact, to be fair, 

Some really despair of my hair.

But I don't care,

Cause they're not aware,

Nor are they debonair.

In fact, they're just square.

They see hair 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 nor a chocolate eclair,

And where is the hair on a pear?

Nowhere, mon frere!

So now that I've shared this affair of the hair,

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

In 6th Grade while Unsucessfully running for President I recited this poem while wearing a hideous wig. I know sad.

Here is Presley's first Pony Tail how cute is she

Here is Hudson before his first ever Buzz. His beautiful white hair. But it is Summer and a buzz cut just screams summer so I did it. 

And here is my cutie now. He barely even looks like himself. He did great though. No whining or fighting it. Which is a nice change. Since J's first haircut to this day he still fights it the whole time.