Dad’s Bear(d)

Dad’s got a bear on his chin.

He wanted a beard, you see,

But somehow or other it sort of went wrong;

He forgot that it ends with a ‘D’.

We’ve seen the beast’s claws as they clutch at his jaws,

Though it seems that our Dad’s unaware.

He says there’s no brute and he’s simply hirsute

And that all of that fur is his hair!

‘Look’, we say, ‘Dad, are you nuts? Are you mad?

Just sniff and you’ll know that you’re wrong!

How could your hair be so iffy and whiffy?

That thing’s got an animal pong!’

And what of the noises? The grizzles the growls,

The slibbery slobbery squelches?

Dad says he’s just burping, but hey, there’s no way

That those sounds are all simply his belches!

Just look at it jiggling and wiggling and twitching!

How can Dad say that his chin’s simply itching?

That thing is alive! It’s not just Dad’s hair!

It’s ever so clearly and really a BEAR!

Yes, Dad says it’s a beard on his chin.

And he claims that he’ll give it a shave.

He’ll cut off the hair of a great grisly bear?

All we can say is – he’s brave.








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