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 Joshua on August 8, 2009 at 10:24pm
Wonderful poem! Enjoy reading it! Thanks for sharing it.
Comment by John Killion on August 11, 2009 at 5:47pm
Glad you liked it, Rose Marie. I posted another example of my warped mind set to the Beverly Hillbilly's theme. I saw that you're from Down Under. It's nice to know my lunacy has gone global. Thanks, and best of luck! -John

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