Hair Everywhere
Hair Everywhere
Hair Everywhere
Every part of my body looks rather shoddy because it’s covered with hair
There isn’t a place, even my face, that has managed to remain bare
Time goes by, and I don’t know why, but it just keeps on growing
Like drifts of snow when it’s five below and winter winds are blowing
Covering my back there is no lack of curly long black stuff
And on my shoulders as I get older there’s way more than enough
It grows on my toes and everyone knows it blankets my forearms too
Sometimes I yearn for a mild sunburn, but none of the rays get through
Could it be a bad omen that my abdomen has a layer of dense dark locks
I look like a brute in a bathing suit; I’d rather hide in a box
There’s a wooly bush all over my tush and fuzz growing out of my ears
And to my mustache, I say “Balderdash;” Got any pruning shears?
One thing for sure; it’s hard to endure; in fact; it’s really a bother
I’m not certain of where I got all this hair; it might have been my father
It’s clearly true that he’s hairy too, so it’s probably due to genetics
At least as a girl, I can give it a whirl and cover some with cosmetics
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