Every so often, and for no apparent reason,
the sly razor demon emerges with a smile and says,
“Off with his beard! Off with his beard!”
and before I can ask “Why?”
my facial hair has disappeared.
Today, that happened to me again,
and as usual, it was out of my control.
I almost didn’t even realize what happened,
until I stepped outside and my chin was cold.
For your listening enjoyment:
(Apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein, Julie Andrews, and John Coltrane.)