the resilient whisker
With resolve in my soul
I went after the resilient whisker
On the left side of my old chin
He has been removed three times
But he is back, to torment me.
I could not believe he was here again already.
I think t plucked him last Tuesday.
This whisker’s visits are more frequent.
Each time he arrives bigger and bolder.
He was three inches long last week.
Today he lands on my chest, about eight inches long.
How did I not notice him until now?
I look for my tweezers.
I need the giant ones.
He is as thick as a boat’s tow rope.
They did not work, so I tried scissors.
Then I ran to get my butcher knife.
Hmmmm
Where is my axe?
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