I hate to shave

 

I hate to shave

don't want a beard,

not very brave -

all quite weird,

blades - so sharp

could cut the night,

playing  harp

if not done right

shave creams cold

water's  hot,

whiskers  evil -

kind of plot,

day to day

just the same,

scrape away

then down the drain,

with me in charge

be just one beard

a jolly man

eight reindeer,

snow for Christmas

would be my pick,

jolly Santa

the only Nick.