Dad's Hairy Chest

When I am a man

When I'm fully grown

There's something of Dad's

I'd rather not own

It pokes out his shirt

It sticks out his vest

I don't want to inherit

My Dad's hairy chest

Parts of it are grey

Parts of it are black

It's spread to his sides

And over his back

What's my deepest fear?

What's getting me stressed?

I don't want to inherit

My Dad's hairy chest

He looks like a wolf

Gorilla or goat

With fur thick enough

To knit a warm coat

As adulthood nears

I'll make this request

I don't want to inherit

My Dad's hairy chest

It's creepy to touch

It's woolly and weird

If stuck to his chin

It could be a beard

The piece of my Pa

Where birds choose to nest

I don't want to inherit

My Dad's hairy chest

He gives it a shave

He gives it a trim

It's blow-dried and brushed

Straight after a swim

Though Mum thinks it's cool

I say smooth is best

I don't want to inherit

My Dad's hairy chest