The Pubic Hairs That Want To Be Brushed. Poem by Rajan T Renganathan

In this verse, we will intention to be funny,
with a subject that could appear a piece uncanny,
we'll speak approximately that factor frequently hushed,
the pubic hairs that want to be brushed.

Now, let's be clear, we might not get too graphic,
just a lighthearted take at the topic.
picture those hairs now no longer too long,
tickling the pores and skin in which they belong.

They sprout like nature's little jokes,
sometimes straight, now and again in crooked strokes,
they're like a unusual mystery garden,
that sometimes wishes a few pardoning.

Yet, please do not be anxious or sense dismayed,
for coping with them isn't any charade,
there are razors, trimmers, methods to tend,
so they do not emerge as an unkempt trend.

Oh, the tales they may tell,
of moments whilst they have got brought on a swell,
caught in zippers or entangled in lace,
turning intimate moments right into a chase.

They've been as compared to tumbleweeds,
or a hidden nest in which a mouse feeds,
but let's include their comical plight,
for they create smiles and laughter, day or night.

So allow us to rejoice their abnormal role,
giving a chortle to each coronary heart and soul,
for those pubic hairs, quick or long,
add a sprint of humor amidst life's throng.

Now, we will wrap up this stupid rhyme,
hoping it introduced a grin in due time,
remember, life's too quick to now no longer share,
a giggle approximately the ones strands with out a care.