Uncle Vern
They're bushy as a brier,
and bright red as a fire,
sticking out like a sore thumb.
They're strong as a Velcro strap,
in the wind they flop and flap,
which causes an eerie hum.
They're napkins at the table,
or where ever they're able,
to stop each morsel and crumb.
A pirate couldn't grow these,
or a trucker named Louise,
but maybe a tough street bum.
They could be a fishing net,
on this you can surely bet,
you'd catch fewer fish with chum.
You ask:
What are these, pretty please?
We say:
They're Uncle Vern's... side-burns!
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