People say my husband's scary.
An opinion I can't dissuade.
He is big and bald and brawny,
but I have never been afraid.
He's my tall polite provider,
playful, pleasant, pertinacious,
protecting of his family,
practical, and perspicacious.
He had to let his hair grow back
and his face fill up with a beard
for a movie roll he landed.
His friends and family all cheered.
I was totally excited.
I'm his greatest supporting fan.
Now my hairy handsome husband,
I see a teddy-bear-ish man.
Alas, I'm told the role he plays
is massive mean mobster muscle
for the movie's leading bad man.
He's not one with which to tussle.
So, whether he has hair or not,
doesn't apparently matter.
He will always scare the strangers.
When I'm with him, they all scatter.
By:
Paula D. Nevison
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