Silly Poetry:

Hairy:

There was a girl called Mary-Ann,
who married quite a hairy man,
with hairy chest and hairy back,
and very hairy scrotal sack.

But what most people never knew,
was, that she was quite hairy too.
With hairy legs and hairy pits,
map of Tasmania and tits.

They married in a hairy way,
in a small church in Haringey.
The wedding feast was bean compote,
the beans, of course, were haricot.

Their house in Harwich by the sea,
was wee downstairs and upstairs wee,
but first below and then above,
they took to making hairy love,

both reaching hairy pleasure peaks,
and after forty hairy weeks,
the birth looked like a hairy 'un
so they chose a cesarean.

The little runt, who's name was Paul,
was born without a hair at all.
Despite his parents hope for hairs
on Paul they did remain quite scarce.

But luckily at twenty five,
he bumped into his future wife.
A lovely scotch girl called Alicia,
with full blown adult Alopecia.

Despite their bodies shiny buff,
adventures, they did have enough,
which, I admit, should all be told,
if only more things rhymed with bald...