More props to runnergirl.......well

Janelle you are so going to fit in at the recruit depot at Parris Island. We may have trouble getting you off the base. So here is a poem to you, little darlin' of the cue ball world. May your head forever be a beacon for the blind.

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

Some old George Carlin to hopefully brighten your day. Anyway, just wanted to say hey. Not get in your way or cause you dismay. Be happy and gay, well gay if you may or say nay to that way. I know I must pay for what I say.