A worried young man with a beard
Said, "My God, it's just as I feared--
Falls off when I swim--I lose it,
As well as my cap and swimsuit!
When I grin they stay on,
Indeed, nothing is gone.
As your mayor, most fit,
I shall offer this writ:
I would rather grin than bare it."
Editor's note:
After reading this poor excuse for a poem, the sensitive mayor shaved and removed every trace of his hirsute appendage. We hope he grows it back soon. We would like to tweak it again.
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