Sunday, August 27, 2006

Beard

One has never been as happy as I
When stroking my beard,
Smoking my pipe,
And drinking my beer.
But my bride despises going through the briers
before getting to the picnic,
and so I shave my beard,
Kiss my bride,
Smoke my pipe,
and lift my glass to the sky.
And say cheers to all the years
I won't have a beard.

1 comment:

Jenni said...

KC, you're a good man. :) Cheers to the many years ahead of picnics and no beard. :) Love you guys.