Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Grizzly's Retort

Inch by inch
It grows again
Crawling from
Beneath my skin
Inching downward
From my chin
Adding volume
To my face
Soon my head
Will be encased
By this mass
Of bushy hair
How long will
I leave it there?
Don't even ask
You saucy knave!
'Cause until I get
The urge to shave
I'll let it grow
And flow in waves
Like a giant
Sheave of wheat
Reaching down
To brush my feet
Yes, it sounds
A little weird
That's the nature
Of a beard.

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