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@ 2008-04-02 – 14:35:09
A woman discovers as she gets older
many things that were never told her
some information she might think important is
that hair starts growing where it oughtn't .
Now it might have been someone's but it wasn't my plan
to end up with a chin just like Desperate Dan's.
I have come to accept the cold fact of the grave
but I just can't be cool about learning to shave.
A poem for all women suffering from facial hair and desperately seeking a way to remove it.
Zappy5971
haha I love both of those, nice work!
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My main poetic influences are: Hilaire Belloc, Spike Milligan, the British Limerick, BBC Radio Comedy, and Ronnie Barker.
My main inspiration seems to come from articles in the Daily Mail and the internet.
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Hey Banana - nice one
Right back at you! Did you catch my poem on Unwanted Hair?
UNWANTED HAIR
When we're born our small bodies are perfect
Whether our skins dark or fair
It’s only much later we get in a state
When our follicles start growing hair
On our heads - well we probably have some
And over that we have some control
We can cut it or wave it - perm it or shave it
Without too much fuss on the whole
But hair is a fast growing substance
Be it blonde be it black grey or red
Be it natural or styled but what drives me wild
Is it doesn't just grown on your head
When you're thirteen you're desperate to have some
To show you got puberty right
So you check every hour in the bath in the shower
And in bed with a torch late at night
By your twenties it's started to bore you
Shaving your legs takes such time
You cut and you hack but the stuff still grows back
And the worse is the - bikini line
It grows back like a beard if you shave it
So you make an appointment for waxing
If you've never before had your skin peeled 'til raw
You might find this experience taxing
You are in the hands of a sadist
As you lie on your back on the bed
She’s rough and she's careless the result will be hairless
And swollen and sore and bright red
Out you limp looking like a plucked chicken
Glancing under your arms as you're dressing
Suppressing a scream you decide to buy cream
'Cause the waxing things just too depressing
Later in life it's no better
Just when you're getting a grip
When you're looking your best it sprouts from your chest
Down your nostrils and it coats your top lip
Well you've tried everything on the market
But enough is enough so it's said
So to save all the mess you start to cross dress
Buy a Trilby and you call yourself Fred.....
Copyright Liz Czap 2008