A Barbigerous Bastard
For Penny's Part B: The A-Z of Unusual Words Challenge
barbigerous: bearded; bearing a beard
My Connection: I worked for a decade in an environment where I wasn't allowed to have facial hair, because of the need to wear breathing apparatus when toxic gas was released. Traditionally, the men who left that environment grew beards in celebration. That's how mine originated. Today, I wear it for a very different reason.
My poem:
A barbigerous bastard am I
(Figuratively – no reason to cry.)
I do know who sired me (and how)
Though he's been gone many years now.
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But I shall not digress! There's a reason
I wear this beard through every season.
Though tradition first brought it to being,
It's now about what you're not seeing.
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I was tempted one day and removed it,
Because, as you know, I'm a half-wit.
The result was traumatic and jarring
And left some emotional scarring.
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At some time, while I'd covered my face
And old man's had taken its place!
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Thanks for reading! This is my entry for the second round or Penny Fuller's fun, ongoing challenge:
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About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Comments (13)
This is very consistent with what I know as well in some professions I have been in or by friends. Once the job with masks is gone, on come the beards!
hahahaha! This is awesome, Dana! Love it! Your range of writing skill is amazing— you can pen the most gorgeous and evocative poetry, and also draw out the biggest belly laughs with your wit and humor. A good writer, indeed. Curious what your "toxic gas" job was. I love the beard, btw!
Loved this entry for Penny’s challenge! And learned a new word! Great clever and humorous piece!
I'm a pogonophile, myself But P is a long way away...
Love this Dana, your sense of humour always makes me smile!!
'Sup, d-bro ~ You're as white as me and my Twin Bro; how distinguished. But, I reckon anyone that can hook-um with a box of 'Triscuits' has to be a good "Old-Salt..!" j-bro
Very cool Dana. The beard works.
Bhahahaha. This is fabulous! Well done, my friend.
Funny! ❤️
Oh, this was clever and such a good bit of self-deprecating humor :) I enjoyed it!!
As a come-and-go barbigerous person myself, I can relate. The best part of the beard is the chin you seem to have after it's grown.
Ha, so true...I started mine while on a guys trip and just didn't feel like shaving it's been that way in one form or another but I haven't been clean shaven since 2019. Now I scared to see what's under there.
Humorously penned and loved it!!! Definitely an awesome entry into Penny's challenge!!! ♥♥♥