My Hubbie’s lost his eyebrows

This is an amusing poem is written by Teresa Harrison-Best about the perils of impatience whilst lighting a BBQ! 

My Hubbie’s lost his eyebrows

My hubbie’s lost his eyebrows,
they went up in a puff.
I laughed so much I nearly cried,
he’s stormed off in a huff.

He was firing up the ‘barbie’,
with a can of gasoline.
Impatience got the upper hand
and then I heard the scream.

Well, I came out to the rescue,
my heart sank to my feet.
All I saw was thick, black smoke
and my hubby on his seat.

At first I felt compassion
and then I saw his face.
It was minus every follicle
with nothing in its place.

First there was a snigger
then a little snort.
Then hysterics got the hold of me
perhaps more than I ought!

He stomped off to the bathroom
with his ego all in shreds.
The cat and dog were both upstairs,
asleep upon their beds.

Next thing there was growling
and my hubby calling out.
“He thinks I am a burglar”
was what I heard him shout.

Our pooch had pinned him to the door
and he wasn’t letting go.
I coaxed him off with doggy treats,
restoring status quo.

Back down stairs

With his desperate lack of eyebrows,
I had to draw some on.
There wasn’t scope for error,
no room to get them wrong!

Later

Well he doesn’t look like Groucho Marx,
I think he looks quite cute.
The final test has yet to come
from our discerning brute!
It all ended well she said!

Written by Teresa Harrison-Best