Old Men’s Ears
Adorned with glasses or without
There really can be little doubt,
That old men’s ears are glorious things,
Sticking out like bulbous wings.
The final touch, I think you’ll find
Like a sprig of parsley, sparsely placed
On top a plate of spuds,
Is the little growth of fluffy hair,
Sticking out of every pair.
And even if as bald as coots
That silver hair still out it shoots.
Inspiration
Why? Was thinking of my Grandad and his wonderfully hairy ears I suppose.
The other day I noticed some hair sticking out my own ears!
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