You and I, Sir

You and I, Sir
Bob Komives

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I trim my beard;
you notice my hair.
You cut your hair;
I ask, "since when the beard?"
On sight of a dirty bath,
together we throw out the baby.
My,
what able eyes for change
and lame brains for attribution
have you and I, sir,
and Little Red Ridinghood.

Bob Komives :: Fort Collins © 1995 :: You and I, Sir :: ,9503