The World’s Greatest Beard

I once knew a fellow whose beard,

Long and dense, was a thing to be feared.

I’m afraid it was rife,

With all manner of life,

For the food that fell in disappeared.

It is said that this fellow revered

Facial hair, which he thus pioneered,

His moustache was unique,

And it changed week to week.

Not so much styled, more like engineered.

A story has been volunteered

That a sparrow once flew from this beard,

And they say without jest

Chicks were hatched in this nest,

And stayed there until they were reared.

For some reason this fellow was jeered

By his neighbours who thought he was weird.

Their gossip was cruel,

And they called him a fool,

Even plotted to have his face sheared.

Glad to say though, our man persevered

And you know that these days he is cheered.

They don’t see him as sordid,
Since he was awarded,
The Cup for the World’s Greatest Beard.