Truly, the age of Skynet is almost here. I for one welcome our robot overlords.


With hair like a lion's mane,
To shave a beard would be insane,
A symbol of ruggedness and might,
Its hard not to love this sight.

Beards can be soft or bristly,
Trimmed or wild and frizzly,
With a beard one commands respect,
And their presence, one can't neglect.

From lumberjacks to poets,
A beard suits all who show it,
It adds a touch of mystery,
And makes the face less blistery.

Beards keep a face warm,
In winter's fiercest storm,
And in summer, they can shield,
The sun's death rays from far afield.

In short, beards are awesome,
They make a man, and make him fearsome,
So let's raise a toast to these hairy fellows,
For with beards like theirs, our hearts are jell-o.