I wear a crown about my jaw,
encrusted not with jewels
but pie crumbs.

It’s not gold, never was.
Call it platinum or silver,
just not gray.

I crowned myself, like Napoleon,
and, without a Josephine to complain,
it has grown into its majesty.

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19 Responses to Coronabeard

  1. JeanMarie says:

    Floofy and Poofy!

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  2. Lisa Tomey says:

    Virtual play auditions coming soon to a computer near you! Trim? Naah Let the beardness run! And if desiring change buy a pipe, a cap, and plaid.

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  3. I love this, Bart. You’re fierce!

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  4. Katy Claire says:

    This is fantastic!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. That is really you with a beard? Hahaha, you look different than your profile pic. Which do you prefer? beard or no beard?

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