Rob and His Magic Nugget Beard

There once was a guy, a legend, a king,
With a beard made of nuggets—each golden and crisp.
His name was Rob, and the tales they would sing,
Of his magical whiskers, no one could resist.

Whenever he stroked it, the magic unfurled,
Fresh nuggets appeared, piping hot, full of flavor.
People would travel from all ‘round the world,
Just for a taste of that deep-fried wonder.

At burger joints, Rob was the star of the show,
Dipping his beard in the finest of sauces.
Barbecue, ranch, or honey-mustard flow,
His nugget-filled beard had no losses.

But one fateful night, a great seagull horde,
Descended on Rob with a ravenous thirst.
They flapped and they squawked, a feathered accord,
Determined to taste his beard at its worst.

With one mighty shake, Rob scattered the flock,
Sending nuggets like rain from the sky.
The people rejoiced, they cheered, they gawked,
As the seagulls retreated, defeated and dry.

Now Rob roams the land, a hero so grand,
With a nuggety beard still shining so bright.
A gift to the hungry, a feast on demand,
Magic and crispy, forever a sight.