Don’t Be Skeered, It’s Just a Beard

by James Finn Garner

Gimli and his dwarvish brethren
Ol’ ZZ Top of Texas
Moonshiners of cliche southren
Moses (see Leviticus)
The Smith Brothers of lozenge fame
Grant and Lee and Whitman–
Beards may rouse players in the game
But I wouldn’t want to sniff one.


Published in Boston Red Sox, James Finn Garner, Players, Pure doggerel | Link to this poem | 1 Comment

Don’t Be Skeered, It’s Just a Beard: 1 Comment

  1. Hilary Barta wrote,

    Heh. Good one.

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