The knitted beard.
O’ knitted beard
you feel so weird
strapped up against my face.
My neighbors point,
get their noses out of joint,
and say I’m out-of-place.
I’m a circus freak
but cold air can’t leak
up onto my chin.
When warm weather hits
I’ll remove this mitt
and be clean-shaven again.
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I’m honored? Kidding. Thank you for this poem. So clever.
Thank you for the kind words.