Bizarre eyebrows,
There's many to find,
The bushy kind wows,
The drawn ones, designed,
But one man stands out,
By connecting his two,
Whats this about?
For between them it grew,
His single hair strip,
Brings many to stare,
For the ends have a flip,
And looks heavy to wear!
The man has no gloom,
With his bristles of eye,
Employed as a broom,
He'll sweep, it's no lie!
It wiggles with might,
After combing it sleek,
He'll start to take flight,
For his brow is not weak,
He will flutter and flap,
If your kite needs a breeze,
Birds love this ol' chap,
For it's much like the trees!
He can hide things, indeed,
It's nice to have storage,
Cant find what you need?
Well, you'll just have to forage,
No one can brow beat,
His brow well-endowed,
Its hair-raising with feat,
For it's united and proud!
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