‘Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Your beard is Audacious,
That’s why I love you!’
To celebrate Valentine’s day and the beards you love, our new competition requires all you wordsmiths to write a (clean) little love ditty.
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24 thoughts on “To celebrate Valentine’s day and the beards you love…”
When you said you’d grow a beard,
Loss of street cred ’twas what I feared,
But you persisted with toil
And now your goatee needs oil
Your face adorned in kisses from your now bristle loving Mrs!
Wow, that is fantastic Caroline. Thank you.
To my beardy beloved,
Oh how I love your unshaven face
But sometimes those stray hairs can look out of place
What you need is some beard oil so as
those hairs don’t continue to coil
there’s one made my audacious that’s sure to make you look rather gracious
I hope you get to give it a try so I can stand back and think oh my!
From your beard loving wife
Clap , clap, applause… fantastic entries so far 🙂
I love my hubbys beard
when we kiss it warms my face
I even get the crumbs
and a cheeky taste
of biscuits, beer and kebabs
from my fella’s tache
but with some stuff from audacious
he’d smell great and I’d relax
Your hairy face fascinates me
Your handlebar look is wowsers
It’s in your DNA to grow great hair
I can tell by your monkey trousers
Your beard is stubbley
Your beard it’s great
your beard would look better
If you used some oil on it
Ode to my beard –
Oh how I love thee.
I love my facial scruff,
My face all fuz-zy.
The horrors, the dread,
how weird would it be?
To be without you my sweetheart Bear-dy.
Oh how I love thee.
Clean shaven I shan’t,
As how would I use my oil,
from the Audacious Beard Company?
Bristles on my chin and whiskers on my lip,
I’ve been sporting a beard, since before it was hip,
Back in the day, some thought it was weird,
Now those same detractors, have audacious beards,
To tell you the truth, I’d definitely mourn,
The loss of my face fuzz, if it was shorn,
As for my missus, well….she loves my beard too,
I know ‘cos I asked and she said…………….I DO!!
Nothing can make your girl friskier
Than well-coiffed whiskers
So here’s my heartfelt advice
To make your scruff feel nice
Get your good grooming needs
From Audacious Beard Company
Beards are great when tamed and preened, not so good if unkempt and uncleaned. So use those products to keep it in style or all of us women will run a mile !
From Hardy to Gosling I can’t get enough
Of that wonderful, fabulous, full facial fluff
Henry Cavill, I’ll do you a deal
Just one little beard tug and I’ll end this ordeal
And poor Justin Bieber, the little guy tried
Leave it to Idris and swallow your pride
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I grew this beard
So when I go down it tickles you
Oh dear, dear beardie, oh dearie,
The girl of my dreams, she won’t come near me,
She says my face is too hairy and prickly,
Give me a balm to make it feel lovely!
I love stroking your beard
And gazing into your eyes
But one thing you should know
It really scratches my thighs…….
(haha, I’ve made myself blush!)
At first i did not like your beard,
I thought it made you look quite weird,
But now i think it looks quite buff,
Even if my mum still calls you a scruff,
Whether its short or whether its long,
My first impression was so wrong,
As now i really love your beard,
And now it does not look so weird,
I know that is just repetition,
But i have entered a competition,
To win some goodies to make it shine,
My lovey, hairy valentine.
People used to step aside,
Scurry past with eyes so wide,
– hairy, scary bearded guy
But now it’s cool, now it’s hip
To have some hair on chin and lip
– lovely, cuddly, bearded guy
With oils and potions, combs and lotions
Beards are tamed, and even famed
So raise a glass and toast at last
– the fantastic, fabulous bearded guy!
Would you still love me
If I shaved off my beard,
That growth that I’ve reared
So tidy and revered?
Would you still be endeared
If I were to shear,
The hirsute wonderment
They label a beard?
So prickly and hairy
and wonderfully weird
That look that nature
So deftly engineered
But it would soon reappear
And I’d have to cheer
You really can’t make
A beard disappear!
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’m a schizophrenic
And so am I.
We are the setting for your feature’s picture.
We are the frame devised by nature.
From the curls and folds of Santa’s locks
To Jared Leto’s one that rocks,
Clooney’s salt and pepper trim
Every schoolboy still trying,
Across the world all faiths and races
We are universal to all men’s faces
We are beards …and we are proud.
Some understated some shouting loud
You may leave us wild , or preen and shape us
But on we grow , for we are audacious
The first time that my boyfriend said,
“I want to grow a beard”
The likes of Gandalf’s fuzzy head
Was what I really feared.
While beards are great, there’s nothing worse
Than those that look a mess
That’s why I’ve penned this little verse
To win, I must confess.
As if he’s going to grow more hair,
I’m going to be quite gracious
But I’ll insist that he plays fair
And tames it with Audacious!
Roses are red
Stars are in space,
you have one sexy beard,
attached to your face
Your beard was there before the trend,
To you it is your bestest friend!
It is there to stroke when you are down,
Its the biggest, coolest beard in town!
I love you and your facial hair,
You’re my lovely, hairy, bearded bear!