The bearded lady
In a circus sideshow
She said it was real
This beard she’d grow
A big thick beard
Or just a goatee
Maybe a moustache
This isn’t for me
I don’t want to kiss
A face full of hair
I can’t find his lips
It’s quite unfair
No excess hair
Will be on my face
Eyebrows are waxed
This hair they’ll erase
Every few days
I must maintain
And pluck some hair
It’s really a pain
Five o'clock shadow
I’d rather not kiss
A clean shaven face
Now hardly exists
By, Randee Saber 10/24/09
