Far away from fantasy, 
In a far, far away place, ironically, 
An oldish bloke spent a lot of time 
Growing his beard long. 
It wasn't quite Ralph Lauren,  
But it was nearly Tom Ford. 
He sat with his GHD straighteners, 
And his Captain Fawcett wax,  
Twirling and aligning 
The facial hair until 
The beard sat stock straight under his chin 
And the moustache curled at the ends  
Like two little piglet tails. 
Once it had reached the requisite length 
(He measured it each day) 
He began to construct his "look". 
Pattern is the norm here, 
Making sure that it hurts onlookers eyes, 
And jars not only in colour 
But stripe, ensuring 
Any angular momentum 
Blurs against the background 
Like a mystery of rainbow visual noise. 
Every hipster needs appropriate Spectacles. 
His were round, with blue fade tint, 
Which accentuated his deep bagged eyes 
And blood shot optics. 
Dungarees finished off with heavy
Hob nail boots, which could've 
Been a paratrooper's, 
Dragged him back in time 
To when punk was real 
And I wanted to see Star Wars. 
Then he was ready to hit the streets 
Of deepest, darkest Milton Keynes.

Sophia Loren, Italian actress and singer, was born today in 1934.

George R. R. Martin, American author, was born on this day in 1948.