Poetry of the Beard
Known by many titles of distinction (The Face Pelt, Chin Strap, Garibaldi or that girl you're hanging out with to show the world you're not really gay) the common beard (the facial hair, not the Big Lie) is held in high regard. And by high regard, we mean complete mockery of that which we fear:
And so, with light hearts and stout loins, let our praise be heard in the form of poetic verse:
Fu Man Haiku
The beard gives me fright
It looks like a hair cyclone
Gerbils doth nest there.
Ode to the Bearded One
The beard doth give me fright
Trimmed pubus, thick as night
To shave it would be
The end of He,
So shave with all of your might.
The Bearded Hipster
Beard
Crying, Pain
Itchy Fear
Douche
And so, with light hearts and stout loins, let our praise be heard in the form of poetic verse:Fu Man Haiku
The beard gives me fright
It looks like a hair cyclone
Gerbils doth nest there.
Ode to the Bearded One
The beard doth give me fright
Trimmed pubus, thick as night
To shave it would be
The end of He,
So shave with all of your might.
The Bearded Hipster
Beard
Crying, Pain
Itchy Fear
Douche
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