Shaving

I've scrapped the last one off, No more hair there! Each whisker removed, Forth width, Only took a little bit. The fur coat I grow, It's ridiculous, I know! On the way out, My hairs do shout! "Do not forsake us! We will, Will out!" Tomorrow, we start again, Perhaps I'll start with my chin. A waxing job would take all day, My skin might up and go away! Looking at all the positives I see: Cold weather insulation for me! A soft fuzzy pillow to nestle my rear! Possible transplants for the loss of my hair! Being bald is nothing I dread! The hair on my body being knitted just so, Will cover any spot my hair doesn't grow!