To the beard I can’t grow

Movember starts again and with it all my fears

Come back haunting creepily, standing still as they sneer

For cancer, for research, such noble excuses

But hair just won’t grow, in my face it is useless


Ever since a child there’ve been three things I’ve wanted

Six feet, muscles and a beard, none adopted

So instead of crying I’m letting it grow

So that we can all laugh when it finally shows


A tragedy for many and I’m just one of its victims

Beardlessness my friend, that’s been the dictum

From Nature herself, she has made me less wild

And to the beard I can’t grow; rest in peace, unborn child


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