beardI had a beard, it was red and patchy.
I thought it looked distinguished and handsome.
All the girls, though, said it was scratchy.
One lady liked it and oh, we had fun!
It kept my cheeks warm and cozy.
Lost in thought, I would caress it.
No matter what, things came out rosey.
After I shaved, there was regret.
No cool pic for thy facebook profile!
I thought of all the beard possibilities:
Shave my head and look like a villain with style,
Or grown long, a man without responsibilities.
Now, at my mirror, self-reproach I delve.
I think, “Man, I look like I’m twelve!”