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Mar 2016
My friend called Bruce
had a beard
long and loose

If you looked closely
finding,
food there hiding

It didn't bother him,
he was kind and giving,
until a mouse was found there
living

What can I do about this tenant
I have acquired?
this beard I have grown
must be fired

But first find a new house
for my guest
mouse

So I looked closely
into the beard
to find, a small family
had been reared!

With some scissors
Bruce gave a grin,
As I removed the beard
from his chin............... and so the beard got sheared


Outside within a hedge
was an old birds
nest

The beard slotted in
and the family
within

I had a small doubt,
when five heads
popped out!

Returning to Bruce,
what was left of his beard
got sluiced

As sharp as a lazar
I used my cut-throat razor

So ends the story of
how I came to
spruce up Bruce.
Nick Moore
Written by
Nick Moore  Cornwall
(Cornwall)   
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