Oh Hair-io, Oh Hair-io,
Watching you grow has been the highlight of Lower year.
At your birth, you were merely a few strands
but quickly, you blossomed into a furry living creature
so faithful to your perch above the drain.
There is no greater feeling than your soft touch when I’m lonely.
I sneak a foot out of my shower shoes
and I give you the attention you deserve.
Our reciprocal love making our showers
Admiring all the colors of your strands,
a beautiful portrait of my peers.
Diversity has no adversity
in the haven of our shower.
I don’t mind
the way you make the water in the shower build up around my ankles
because I’m already drowning in my affection for you.
Be my Forever Valentine,
Oh Hair-io, Oh Hair-io.