So Grow A beard

Beautiful men—they’re gay. 
Wispy hands, the flick of a wrist, 
Trotting preferred over walking, 
A tear, a smile, 
The admiration of a friend. 
It’s all gay, 
Passing notes, playing tennis, 
Dancing or prancing, certainly singing, 
Curve-shaped lips, a high note, 
Hair or no hair, a goatee, 
A love of babies, no love for babies, 
Tight shirts, glossed hair, nice feet, 
Certainly, even at church. 
Don’t you know they’re all gay? 
Except for ugly burly men with beards, 
I might go find me one of these.

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