365 Poems in 365 Days: Beard Poetry
My beard has grown and is looking a bit wild
It might shock or scare a passing tiny child
I would like to give it a bit of a trim
But the scissors have vanished somewhere within
Number 322 is an exaggeration. I have never actually lost anything in my beard.
It might shock or scare a passing tiny child
I would like to give it a bit of a trim
But the scissors have vanished somewhere within
Number 322 is an exaggeration. I have never actually lost anything in my beard.
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