Kev-lar

Neck hair, how I love thee!  Let me count the ways.

Thou growest faster than the hair on my head,

Becoming bushy in just a few days.

I try to hide thee behind my collar, but instead

Thou shinest through, thick and striking.

If thou continuest thine regular pattern of growth,

I know that I’ll never go bald.

I can grow thee out to my liking

And snip thee!  I would swear under oath

That no one will know it’s thee, on the top of my head, installed.

Neck hair, thou strengthenest the bond between me and my wife.

I need her to shave thee clean.

But thou returneth, continuing the circle of life

Like a forest that returns from a fire, lush and green.

But that is not all!

The barber is enamored too

As she trims lower and lower.

Now she’s completely enthralled.

How far will she go?  Down my back?  To my shoes?