When it comes to left ears, you’ve always been (p)earless.
In the face of Betty’s attack, you’ve always stayed (f)earless.
So rather than mourn you, I celebrate and stay (t)earless.
And never, my dear, will I remember you (ch)earless.
Alas, prior to surgery I must remain (b)earless,
So empty is the glass I raise to you, (d)earest.
What do you want? I never claimed to be Shakespeare.