Beard

My husband wrote this poem last year. I can't help but post it here:

Beard

One has never been as happy as I

When stroking my beard,

Smoking my pipe,

And drinking my beer.

But my bride despises going through the briers

before getting to the picnic,

and so I shave my beard,

Kiss my bride,

Smoke my pipe,

and lift my glass to the sky.

And say cheers to all the years

I won't have a beard.