photo by Khusen Rustamov, pixabay
Come closer and hush
I don’t want to make you blush
You know that lady at number ten
I heard she went to the beautician’s
She went for her ‘tash, her upper lip
That’s what she said
But somewhere the words got mixed
It wasn’t her lip but her beard that was waxed
She was telling me, all of a rush
Don’t know where to put her face, she says
Still a ‘tash on her lip
But cos of the slip
She’s no brush on her tush
87 words for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Brush
crispina kemp 
Marvellous poem
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Ha ha ha wonderful!
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I’d forgotten. First time ever since I started doing this. So it was literally reeled off. I’m pleased with how it turned out. Which is more than the lady at Number 10
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Hahaha! Too funny. And as one who has had (and still does) to have unwanteds removed from various places on my body, I can totally relate.
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Me too, hence the inspiration
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So not faire the shite we have to deal with as women.
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Na. Men don’t know half of it
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Pfft. They haven’t the foggiest notion.
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I was once told (in answer to the burden of periods) that we women don’t know half of it, that’s just once a month. Men have to shave EVERY day. Oh, bless, poor little chappies
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Oh. My. Gawd. The poor little boys. Such a cross to bear…
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Absolutely terrible isn’t it.
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Fabulous 😆
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Thank you 🙂
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