Love is hairy
stubbly stuff
shave all week
it’s never enough

come Saturday
we don’t hardly care
let it grow out
with the rest of the hair

Sunday mornin’
rolls around
the pits needs tending
but his razor can’t be found

Didn’t spend much time
never gave it much thought
until it was gone
and my legs with hair were fraught

An overgrown garden
I finally see the light
Missed out on the sweetness
soft bare skin’s delight

Let my love come back
never take his ditty
cleanin up my act
tryin to be pretty

He walked into the bathroom
early Sunday morn
his face was kind of prickly
needing to be shorn

I leave him to his business
which won’t include the shave
Love is stubbly, love is soft
and hairy to the grave.

what a creative poem

First of all, you use your man,s razor to shave your arm pits, legs and
cuche.
Spend a dollar and buy your own razor, thats a hygiene issue... no
wonder you cannot find it... stay stubby!

Ontario

I was wonderin' when someone was gonna pick up on that!

Thanks for the advice. Never thought much of the hygeine issue. Maybe
that would explain that strange rash he's had around his chin. Kidding.
No man on the scene at this time.....

I use those cheapo disposables and they just don't have the same
shearing effect as a freshly changed Gillette triple edged mach 3....

you always have an interesting analogy in your poems gee girl