March SOLC–Day 11
This poem was my attempt to have a bit of fun with one of the less than appealing symptoms of aging. (If you’re under 35 and/or male, you may not be able to relate.)
The Battle
There once was a hair on my chin
undetected when first it grew in
I noticed it there
Adrift in the air
And yanked it out with great chagrin.
Another one grew on my cheek.
(It happened in less than a week!)
I pulled that one too
without great ado
But with a full bellicose shriek.
It’s said that in some far-flung places
Facial hair adorns women’s faces
But I can’t sport a ‘stache
with elan or panache
I vow to remove any traces.
My tweezers now flash through the air
Extracting each invading hair
There is not a thing cute
’bout my face so hirsute
I battle with growing despair.
Each day my reflection as mirrored
Shows renegade hairs have appeared
My expression is grim
As I tweeze and I trim
Not resigned to displaying a beard.
I continue the gods to implore
to vanquish these whiskers galore
They’re more apt to dispatch
A peach-fuzzy soul patch
I win battles but never the war.
Molly Hogan (c) 2016
For more poetry got to Poetry Friday Roundup at Irene Latham’s blog, Live Your Poem.
Nix the comfort zone 
You are a very talented poet! My friend keeps tweezers in her car because she says you get the best natural light there and you have a handy mirror! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well done, you. Ordinarily I’m not a fan of rhyming, but you didn’t sacrifice one bit of sense for sound!
P.S. I too remember my first chin hair. Oh my.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Be glad you can still SEE those chin hairs, dearie. 🙂
LikeLiked by 3 people
I loved your poem, but I loved the comments as well! I keep tweezers in the car, and am sure I’ve grossed out some passers by but…what can I do? they’s got to come off! 😉 well done!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great rhymes! “‘stache” and “panache” are my favorites.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A very clever poem that made me chuckle. I’m glad I haven’t enter this war yet but if I do I’m sure I’ll remember your poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great word choice!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Absolutely delightful and funny poem that I can relate to quite easily.
LikeLiked by 1 person
How funny! Luckily, growing older creeps up slowly.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love that you found humor in this losing battle, Molly. Why didn’t anyone ever tell us this would be part of our morning routine?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks for the smile today. Enjoyed your clever poem — aging and all that comes with it is inevitable, but humor helps a lot :).
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such a lesson for us all to learn, to laugh at what we struggle to control. Love those ‘flashing tweezers’.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow what a poem! It’s inspiring that you kept adding to it and tinkering with it to make it perfect. Yes I remember my first chin hair too- actually my boyfriend(now husband) pointed it out to me. I feel like my experience would have a totally new stanza.
LikeLiked by 1 person
HA! I just attacked some hairs yesterday! (I’m sure there are more today, but I’m choosing not to look!) I, too, adore your rhymes. My favorite is cute/hirsute!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh yes, keep those tweezers handy. Next comes uncontrollable nose hair. It’s like shafts of wheat.
LikeLike
I never have chin hair. NEVER! I will never admit it! I mean…. LOL
LikeLike