My goatee didn’t make
Me a buccaneer or Brad Pitt
With his unruffled patch of sylvian forest
It didn’t make me an artist
By the name of Van Dyke
Nor did it give me the ranks of a muskateer
Although I’m a little fol in my joie-de-vivre
It did not give me a long face
Just made me feel a tiny bit different
With a babyface full of locks
Masking the witty chin and the weak upper lip
After all, I’m just a babyfaced man
Who wants to feel like a mutton chop
Insatiable for a goddess next-door
With compulsively amorous lips
And a carnivore tongue
And oo la la – french all over.


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meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld. wordpress.com/

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