I will now open your hearts and mind with a poem.
leaky coffee lid
winter’s breath chills my cheeks
my beard needs a bath
If this poem has moved you then you understand one of the myriad of challenges faced by the blessed beard bearers. Oh, the sticky beard, what do? If I comb you, I pull out hairs but if I do nothing you are stinky. Alas, the clogged pores! What are we to do?
Abraham’s Beard Shampoo is what!…umm, you do. That sort of felt unfinished. Grammar, are hard;