Shining strands of manliness,
Rose on my face when I turned seventeen.
It felt like the time of worthiness,
For the unseen was then made to be seen.

Combs, trimmers, razors and blades,
Befriended me and gave me good looks.
Dapper shapes on my cheeks had grades,
And the soul patch was never on bad books.

Anchor, Balbo, Goatee, Royale,
And a...