I hope you'll all forgive me if I once again return to haiku-land. Both Scott and Daddy Peaches have posted their Haikuesday poems on the hirsute species known as "Bears." Okay, boys, here is my response.

Hairy guys are nice
But give me a college jock
Smooth from neck to crotch

What can I tell you?
I am a sucker for pecs
and abs uncluttered.

Cigars and leather
don't do a thing for me but,
mmmm, a rugby kit

on a fit smooth guy
makes me giggle like a school
girl after the prom.

A T-shirt with Greek
letters on it drives me mad.
Show some skin, fratboy!

Abercrombie and
Fitch might as well be porn, all
those hot guys in it.

Ah, but here's the rub.
Those boys ignore me unless
they want a daddy

to buy them pretty
things or fulfill some sort of
daddy/son fetish.

Sorry, not my bag.
I just want someone centered
who likes me for me.

Can a bear like me
find the right young guy? Or am
I doomed to failure?