by CJ Maleney   Apr 2, 2019

I don't know how you do it!
But you have my total respect.
The fungus grown upon your face,
That now travels down your neck.

I try to emulate many of you,
Because I accepted a stupid bet
To grow my face fur for a month,
A natural thing for men to do, and yet!

Two weeks in, upon my chin.
That hair continues to grow.
It curls and furls in random directions.
But it's path it does not know.

One would think gravity would kick in and work.
But Einstein did not calculate for this.
This grey, ginger, bearded ugly face,
A mother would not kiss.

It feels like ants not in my pants,
But crawling on my face.
When I look into a mirror,
I look disheveled, feel disgraced.

Two more weeks to endure this itch.
Then some beers I may just win.
If I can stop my fingers,
From ripping off my skin!


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  • 9 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Beards are funny things you know
    Because they tend to grow and grow
    Upon the chin and neck and cheeks
    Fungus crawls for week on week

    Your bet will show that you're a man
    A bearded man, a man who can
    So when the growing and itching's done
    Remember life is good and fun.

    • 9 months ago

      by CJ Maleney

      Ha ha this is brilliant dude


  • 9 months ago

    by CJ Maleney

    It's driving me nuts!