I have a beard.
It is a splendid beard.
It bristles with integrity
and prickly pride.
Rare birds nest in it
and find sustenance there.
Great men have always had beards:
Sophocles, Pericles,
syphilitic Hal,
Brahms (but not Liszt),
Jesus, too, perhaps,
but that was a wispy little thing.
Lately I have come to worry
about my beard's intentions.
Imperial by nature,
it seeks, I fear, Lebensraum.
It has a map of my face
and pushes little bristles about.
I have a beard (face fungus)
Hilarious, favourite line is about Jesus "but that was a wispy little thing" i wonder what he would make of that comment? also enjoyed the idea that the beard has a life of its own and threatening to take over with its "intentions", great use of the word, i thoguht beards were quite lazy until i read this poem, seems they are busy invading
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Haha! Fabulous. Love the first stanza.
It bristles with integrity
and prickly pride.
Is just fabulous.
If anything, lacking the gentle contemplative stroke, even if an obvious cliche . . .
Can imagine this spoken with a Withnail And I thing going on:
We want the most splendid beards of humanity, we want them here, we want them now!
Me
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It bristles with integrity
and prickly pride.
Is just fabulous.
If anything, lacking the gentle contemplative stroke, even if an obvious cliche . . .
Can imagine this spoken with a Withnail And I thing going on:
We want the most splendid beards of humanity, we want them here, we want them now!
Me
xx
I'm sick of it, sick of it all. I know I'm right and I don't give a shit!