The GreatA Poem by VERONICA"Because beards were never cool", Thought Peter, Standing over Russia and his desk, Clutching the scissors Who were facing his face.
Westernization was as key As his ships frozen in the black sea.
So, with tiny snips At tiny black men, They fell half-broken Upon hollowness.
While Señor Fernando And Señora Isabel Beamed with conciet.
When finished cutting away The result of testosterone and time, Peter noted that millions of hairs Rested upon his desk's globe. © 2010 VERONICA |
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