Thursday, September 26, 2013

365 Poems in 365 Days: Beards

There’s this thing about when I shave off a beard
I find I have to do it twice
I think I’ve done it well, but it’s weird
Look in the mirror, it’s been nibbled at by mice

Number 234. As my cousin and I discussed a couple of years back, men all think they're good at shaving, but frankly there's a huge variation. Why do I have a goatee and moustache? They're the hardest bits for me to shave. Especially first thing in the morning.

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