Thread: Ode to the Barber Hone

Originally Posted by Hirlau

As a Newbie ponders his new hobby and dreams,
he's been told, "Barber hone & cheap strop is all you need."
He lathers his face with boar brush & cream,
as the blade rolls down, he lets out a scream.

Wait; really? What else would I need?

In Montreal, Florida, California, and Essex
this thread has been built on the back of poetics.
With mentions of strops, of cuts, and of hones,
of New Zealander mothers hit up for some loans.
But before we get questions of two-lines or three,
or other related Swaty controversy,
it's important to note, despite conjuring the curse
of Cangooner posting again here in verse,
there are lessons to be learned from these little ceramics
that can teach us about dynastic dynamics.
The stories of empires, love 'em or hate 'em,
when you look at your Swaty, can help you to date 'em.
I'll try to be brief, and keep this concise
So bear with me please if you'll accept some advice
from this lover of history, exile from academia:
Marburg was in Austria, and Maribor, Slovenia

Originally Posted by Cangooner

In Montreal, Florida, California, and Essex
this thread has been built on the back of poetics.
With mentions of strops, of cuts, and of hones,
of New Zealander mothers hit up for some loans.
But before we get questions of two-lines or three,
or other related Swaty controversy,
it's important to note, despite conjuring the curse
of Cangooner posting again here in verse,
there are lessons to be learned from these little ceramics
that can teach us about dynastic dynamics.
The stories of empires, love 'em or hate 'em,
when you look at your Swaty, can help you to date 'em.
I'll try to be brief, and keep this concise
So bear with me please if you'll accept some advice
from this lover of history, exile from academia:
Marburg was in Austria, and Maribor, Slovenia

your verses are great, and your shaves even better,
from the swaty, i have heard, it's a real go getter,
what's that at the top? three lines or two,
i don't own one, so haven't a clue,
barbers hones, a dime a dozen,
there's a rumour going round,
they were baked in an oven,
no matter to you, no matter to me,
with just a strop,
shave twenty three,
from my ugly old razor, i love her so,
sixty six laps and she's ready to go,
wedges, big butchers, shiver in fear,
no need for you, the puma is here.

If you are afraid
To buy a genuine stone
Get a barber hone.

Kinda low hanging fruit, I guess.

The best barber hones
It's sad to say
you'll need a loan
just to pay
why this is
you must ask
the burly axe men
have struck at last

Of barber hones, I have much to say...
'Tis 3 of them I own today.
One with no name, on which is shown:
"Shaving sharpness is made on the hone"
The other two, I do proclaim,
Are American made and that of much fame.
"Genco" is the name upon them displayed,
And fitting, since most of my razors they made.
One is a strop-back, the other just stone,
but each one is simply a magnificent hone.
They finish my edges, each one tip-top,
So that all of my blades need only a strop.
I build lather with a brush, and I start to grin
For the ritual is soon to begin.
I think to myself, as I take razor in hand,
And you fellow wet shavers will all understand,
"I do not like cartridge razors, or goo from a can,
I do not like them, Sam I am!!"