I'm just a pat of butter
Stuck on Baldy's beard,
Melting slowly
Right into his whiskers,
And I can see people
Giving him hints
That he ought to take his napkin
And wipe me off.
Their plaintiff eyes are serious
Albeit, polite.
They're wiping their own clean shaven chins
Determinedly.

But Baldy ain't taking no suggestions today.
Tho maybe, in some parallel universe,
In some other time anomaly,
He may have dutifully fixed "the problem."
In this time, Now,
This particular "Today,"
He prefers butter in his beard,
As gentlemen
Prefer blondes,
And his "little problem" is here to stay,
Melting slowly into his whiskers,
Gently dripping onto his face,
'Cause, he likes it that way.

-jenn