Eyebrows

All my life I’ve had bad eyebrows It’s an enduring family trait They just seem to boldly sprout More and more each passing day. I could never be a vain man With a pair like those Dominating me forehead And the bridge of me nose. As a young man I endured With many a suppressed sigh Each new acquaintance examining The bold growth above each eye. I’d hack them with a razor Then realise with a curse By making them uneven I’d only made them worse. Sadly I’ve still got them Sprouting merrily away Bit now at least at my age They’re a more subdued grey. All my life I’ve had bad eyebrows Life garden hedges running wild Bushy, jet black and capable Of subduing any unruly child.