A Poem: Fuzzy Wuzzy was a Bear.

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, and Fuzzy Wuzzy liked his hair.
But then one day he tripped and fell, into a pool of woman's Nair.
Now Fuzzy Wuzzy -- once so fair, was Fuzzy Wuzzy who had no hair.

So Fuzzy Wuzzy went on a tear, or sat around in his underwear.
Either way he didn't dare, go out in public without his hair.

So Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear and Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
And try as might he could not care, about anything other than his hair.
So everyday he sat in his chair, and out the window he would stare.

Is there anything quite so rare, as a silly bear without his hair?
"Oh whatever shall I wear? To hide the fact I've lost my hair."
But hats and scarves could not repair, the agony of his despair.

So Fuzzy Wuzzy would curse and swear, and cry about his long-lost hair.
Until the day he'd had his share, then Fuzzy Wuzzy grew a pair.

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Comment by 3mee on August 6, 2009 at 10:54am
Fuzzy Wuzzy should not despair, as there's a community that care,
Hair or no hair, Fuzzy Wuzzy is still a beautiful bear!
Comment by JeffreySF on August 6, 2009 at 12:27pm
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasnt very fuzzy was he
Comment by Tallgirl on August 6, 2009 at 10:04pm
Set this to music and sell it to the media!
Comment by Stacy P on August 6, 2009 at 10:34pm
This has got to be the best poem I have ever read! I love love love it!!!!
Comment by Cheryl Ann Avens on August 6, 2009 at 10:52pm
Dear John:
I was just reading and found the poem you wrote!!! Wow it was uncanny because when I was little I had one of those bears. His name was Fuzzy Wuzzy and he was kinda like a soap that grew hair or something.....It was when I was young and I only rememember: Fuzzy Wuzzy Was a Bear -- Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.....Little did I know that I was going to be Fuzzy later on in life some kind of premonition. Anybody have a Fuzzy Wuzzy when they were young?????

Cheryl
Comment by Tamika Joseph on August 7, 2009 at 12:52am
I love this poem. It brought my sprit up.
Comment by Glenda Folkersen Stroh on August 8, 2009 at 1:33am
John- I enjoyed your poem...you gave me a good laugh and nothing feels better! Thanks for sharing. I'ts nice when the tears get less and less and the laughter increases, keep up the good (for us) work!

Glenda
Comment by John Killion on August 8, 2009 at 8:00am
Thanks! I'm glad you guys liked my little poem. Believe it or not, I actually awoke at 3:00 AM with it on my mind. It amused me, so I figured it might amuse other people: "If we couldn't laugh we all go insane." Cheers!
Comment by John Killion on August 8, 2009 at 9:33am
Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed.
Poor mountaineer owned the hair upon his head.
But then one day he was shootin' at some food,
and out fell his hair right down to the root.

Bald, that is. Chrome domed. Cueball style.

Well the first thing you know ole Jed is combing air.
Kinfolk said, "Jed you been hitting Nair?"
Said, "Dermatology is the place you outa be."
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly.

Hills, that is. Plastic surgeons. Hair transplants.

(Cue the banjo.)
Comment by JeffreySF on August 8, 2009 at 12:27pm
Hahaha Love it!!!

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