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I sat and dined with a friend of mine
Exchanging views and the latest news.
There came a dramatic pause, to think and sink
My chin in the cup of my hand for dramatic effect.
I didn’t expect to get a prick – like a nylon tag or a piece of wire
– I thought I’d expire!
I applied myself to my prawn avocado with excessive bravado
And kept the head down and tried not to frown
As taking the white linen napkin to refresh my lips
After generous sips of a Sauvignon Blanc to recover my poise.
And under that guise very calmly I probed and pondered the fact
That ‘twas just as I feared, I was growing a beard!
Should I wax it, or pluck it, I wondered. With luck
If I did the job right
it would shrink from my sight.
Conversation was stilted. It wilted and died on its feet.
My friend was upset by the lack of response
To the wisdom that fell from his lips, it was hell!
But I just couldn’t tell my dilemma.
Dessert came at last and he left all alone
As I pleaded a need for ablutions.
A ghastly reflect in the neon-lit glass
Showed no flaws, not a spot or a blemish.
My chin, smooth as could be was no comfort to me.
‘Cos I know it was there
– I felt that damned hair!
JOF
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