A Bearded Hunk
Was always a frail lad growing up
Girls looked at me and giggled
Had a scrawny physique and my looks
Made them wiggle and jiggle
Now I'm this handsome bearded hunk
Can't beat 'em off with a stick
Not complaining I'd like you to know
Perhaps a hard edge brick
Maybe it's the bunch of money I'm worth
Could be many many reasons
Like the Hollywood star I've become
Or the smell of tulips in season
Whatever it was sure sounds good to me
One a night for an hour each
The gods are surely shining down on me
Think I'll write a keynote speech
chuckles
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2022
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