Your French-cut beards, sir,
I liked it very much
When you had been hurrying across
The town square,
A shortish fellow,
Round, but a balding somewhat,
But with the French-cut beards
Decorating the chin,
Making you very smart, sir,
Frankly speaking, I could not hold me back,
I went on watching you go
Until and unless you moved out of sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem on a lovely beard. Loved reading it.