Facial Hair
I have finally grown a goatee
Keep it trimmed and neat as can be
Though some say it definitely isn’t me,
I think it suits me to a tee.
I tried for years to grow a beard
It always turned out just as I feared
Sparse, scraggly, needing to be sheared
All my friends resoundingly jeered.
Some think I’m hiding, in disguise
I think my goatee makes me look wise
It’s trimmed to just the right size
Covering neither my eyes nor thighs.
My goatee is particularly efficient
At catching crumbs, it’s very proficient
My bare upper lip seems sadly deficient
For me, the goatee is certainly sufficient.
Written December 3, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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