A funny little poem, about an everyday grooming habit.

Lather on Lather off,
The razor to my skin.
Taking away the ugly layer,
To leave the beauty that lies within.

Water running, rinsing clean,
That foamy white gel.
Oh no razor nick!
Little blood, but hurts like hell!

Time for lotion,prevent the bumps,
Irritation and redness have no place.
Freshly shaved silky legs,
Present that certain grace.

Time for shorts, and short skirts,
Showing off that glow.
All the clothes baring legs,
So no hair shall dare Show.

Kissable soft, irresistibly smooth
No stubble is on me
fresh shaved legs in no time
In minutes less than three.

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