Excess Hair Poem by Phil Soar

I'm getting hairs in places that I've never seen before
as I get on in years they seem to appear even more
They grow out of my ears and nose with consummate delight
I think they put a spurt on in the middle of the night

I wake to find my face has taken on a brand new look
Like something from a horror film, or Stephen Kings new book
I go into the bathroom and and scare myself to death
I look just like a werewolf with extra ordinary bad breath

I even scared the children as they started off their day
Their only thought was terror and they tried to run away
I feel if I don't fix this, I'll end up in despair
Wondering what I'm going to do, with all this bloody hair