Hairy poet

Old Hob

Hairy poet

 

 

You know you’re get­ting old
     (or have become a Hobbit)
when it seems like time well spent,
     morn­ings,
         shaving your ears.

 

 

 

© TheSupercargo

2 thoughts on “Old Hob”

    1. Just wait! My barber took to trimming my eyebrows some time ago. When he started trimming my ear hair too, I realised I had to do something myself in between visits. Actually (despite the poem) nowadays I pluck – eyebrows, ear and nose hair. More painful, more effective. That’s a tip for when you need it.

      This probably contained more information than most visitors really need.
      🙂

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