One time I wrote a post that was mainly haikus. Most people didn’t understand it, especially my dad, who wondered what the correlation was between my subject matter — how much I love truTV — and the haikus themselves.
There was no correlation. Isn’t that the whole point of poetry? Nothing needs to be made into a poem but you slap a few words together and some people think it’s brilliant.
So in that spirit, and because it’s the beginning of the holiday season — and by that I mean No-Shave-November started yesterday — I’m going to write a couple poems about the month that brings a plethora of scruffy dudes that I’m 90-percent sure will be gracing my Facebook news feed every day with updates of their progress. And by poems I mean haikus. And by a couple I mean two. I’m not a poet. I can’t be contained like that.
The beard looks sexy
Sideburns, I’m sorry, do not
Learn to maintain that
Goatees work on some
On others they just look gross
Keep that baby trimmed
On account of... 