ANOTHER PUBIC HAIR POEM

 

A little pubic hair named Fred

Who dreamed of living on a head

Set out one day on his perilous quest

And said goodbye to all the rest

The other pubes said he was mad

So did his mother and his dad

But little Fred would not be daunted

No matter how the others taunted

He knew his trek was fraught with danger

But figured it was a life changer

For was he not about to go

Where none had ventured from below

And think of all the friends he'd meet

Brushed and combed and looking neat

Free to feel the morning air

And not squished up in underwear

His climb was steep and arduous

(If only there had been a bus!)

But Fred pressed on convinced that he

Would soon be in good company

In two weeks he was half way there

And chatted with some armpit hair

But he was like a pube possessed

And sallied forth to reach the crest

He reached the chin and thought it weird

That pube-like hairs made up a beard

And at the nose he saw those guys

Held boogers of enormous size

Then further north, to his surprise

He found more hairs around the eyes

He told them that he couldn't dally

Though they were nice and pretty pally

At last his goal was within sight

So he pushed on with all his might

He couldn't wait to get up there

And meet a better class of hair

He travelled on, he couldn't stop

And finally he reached the top

But looking round he was appalled

The head he landed on was BALD!