Beard Haiku

Now I wish *I* had a beard.

also, I fail at breaks.

I think that I have never HEARD,

a POEM as LOVELY as a BEARD,

A BEARD whose hungry mouth is prest

Against Ben Brown's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her whiskers as if to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

etc.

that didn't format correctly. perhaps this:

Beard, dark facial friend

Or darker even still a

Gay man's bogus wife

whiskers, red and grey

shield my face with your love, please

hairs of god, my face