I met her for the first time nearly twelve years ago,
I never knew how much joy she would bring to me
There's one thing for sure that I just didn't know,
I'd fall in love with a woman that wears a goatee
I guess, when we both do come from different habitats...
Our looks and appearances can vary
And, for some reason she just doesn't like cats
I think, more than me, she loves my canary
Besides her goatee, her body is covered with hair
But that's fine, she just needs a shave
'specially under there, yeah...you know where
She never complains, an occasional rant or rave
One of those women, whose bite isn't as bad as her bark
And, she loves it when I take her to the doggy park
Know this guy well because it's me
A writer of fun poems, I wear a goatee
Appreciate the accolades
You guys I'll never trade
You're the greatest bunch of bourgeoisie
Why not grow, a goatee or a beard
if you think, you look really weird
Why not wear, those three-quarter shorts
if you think, your legs look like warts
Why not wear, no belt with your pants
if you think, your rear end is for glance
Why not put those studs on your body
if you think, you were born a zombie
Why not put tattoos on your skin
if you think, you’re in a tailspin
Why don’t you like, what you see in the mirror
if you think, that you are getting queerer
Goatee beards look good
Very sophisticated as they should
So sculpting on the face
Carefully trimmed so in place
Usually worn by older men
Tinged with grey a distinguished blend.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Retirement ain't all it's cracked up to be
Finding things to occupy my mind is key
Like chasing young fillies
Plying them with lilies
And watch them melt and stroke my goatee
Know this guy well because it's me
A writer of fun poems, I wear a goatee
Appreciate the accolades
You guys I'll never trade
You're the greatest bunch of bourgeoisie
© Jack Ellison 2015