Ode To My Hairy Man

She asks me why
I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night
Hair that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low
Don't ask me why
Don't know!

My nightmare was unfounded.

Much to the bewilderment of my grandmother, (God bless 'er anyway!) Rob
will not be cutting his hair any time soon. Phew!