No Whiskers in Heaven

 

Annoying little whiskers

Back again today,

I wish they’d stop –

I hate them all,

I wish they’d go away.

Sprouting on the right side

Poking from my chin –

Growing on the left side

It seems I’ll never win.

Little hairs protruding

Why anyone would need,

Something poking from their face

Growing like a weed.

I like to think in Heaven

No need for shaving cream

Nothing there that’s razor sharp

or causing me to bleed.