There was this time
This day 
This lady
She had me mesmerised
Well, actually, maybe a wee petrified
I was sat behind
And envisioned the future
Those shadows
Those dark thick shadows
The greys, the blacks, and, the whites
Lines, lines
Them there lines, that kissed her lips
Them curls, them curls
Them there curls, that tickled her cheeks

They could be taken, be gone
But only for a day, or, maybe two
And back came the shadows, then curls
Although they would tease
Tickle a little at first
Cause and itch, then a scratch
And then whack, they were back
No rest for the wicked
When would my turn come
When would I be had

...I woke!

Ran to the bathroom
To the mirror
And there it was at 36
My own curls
My own shadows
My own moustache

(Next, to the town I took
To the beautician
All in a state of panic
Me, there, with the ladyness I fail to possess
Asked for the removal of my beard and 'tache
With it came a look of horror
Oh yes, I'm sorry
My lips and chin please
​Need a wax