An Ode to Beards
Never in all my living days
Have I seen beards grown in so many ways
You are short, you are long, you are ZZ Top
You are red, you are brown, the gray won’t stop
I like to touch you with my fingers
I thought I’d move on but my love still lingers
You are well kept and scratchy, that’s a matter of fact
or you are long and soft, I can’t control how I act.
I want to part you down the middle and use you as handles
But it’s important to keep you away from lit candles
I have a fondness for you grown on handsome faces
and a fondness for how you show up in so many places
I’m astonished, I’m confounded, I’m utterly gobsmacked
and I pray that some day I’m utterly lumberjacked.
