Poetry Month – Day Three – Charms/Nursery Rhymes

shavingtogetherEver so soft and downy fresh,
the smooth face of purity.
No one told me of of the woes
when one reaches maturity.
So now we shave, my husband and I
Side by side, amidst the hilarity.

There are so many secrets to getting old
it's no wonder so many products are sold!
Hairs be gone! Sagging stop! Wrinkles erase!
Have to know the bathrooms in every place...
Dear Lord have pity on us your aging 
and please, make it so I can stop shaving.


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