She secretly held the belief that it looked weird, <br />but held her tongue lest he would feel somewhat critiqued, <br />though he was unaware of rashes that appeared <br />and burning skin where all his interest had piqued. <br />He'd told her that the daily chore was just a bit too much <br />no man could be expected to perform this menial task, <br />so he had left to Nature and to Gods as such <br />the tough decisions and he did not ever ask <br />if anyone did like his growth, now turning gray <br />the subject had avoided him and he had turned his head <br />but now, a door had opened, ringing in a novel day <br />so here is what she thought and what she never said: <br /> <br />I hate this bracken on your face, this Muslim tag, <br />you could have fooled the world and even caught a fag, <br />don't tell me God gave you this coarse and gruffy hair <br />Her, take this razor, it's from Remington, I dare <br />that you cut off the evil growth and please tonight <br />it would so please me and I'd douse the ceiling light <br />and we would snuggle near the fire, reading prose <br />I want your beard off so we CAN be very close!<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cut-it-off/
