Bernard had a lovely beard
He kept it nice and clean
He’d bathe it with conditioner
It brought up quite a sheen
He’d trim it, stroke it, wax it, poke it
Comb and brush and preen
Until the day he got it caught
In a slice and dice machine
Last one on the shift that night
Alone there in that place
They found the mince mix on a tray
With a pound of Bernard’s face
A Badly Chewed Pencil 
Drawn over from colinmcqueen. I always like to find a bit of levity.
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Thanks for popping by… If I can find some levity, I’ll let you know…
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I’ll toss in an afterthought-
Save for a fine pencil-thin moustache
His close shave looked quite the miss mash.
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I don’t know about a Miss Mash…. More of a mashed mess!
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His face of course… Not your rhyme… Phew, got that one in quick…
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