I've finally succumbed,
Such a piffling thing...
and me always boasting of having a
high pain threshold.
Not a bit of it...
quivering pathetic wreck, more like!
Any road, what decided it, was the thought of having to choose
between a wet shave, strop, cut-throat razor, you know the one?
Or sensuous, slippery, slithery shaving oil;
a Van Dyke, a Roy Wood (remember him?) full set,
or my current modus operandi...
a cactus impersonator.
me thumb can't pluck
the offending hairs, bristles
and hairy hemp that insists on
sprouting on my chinny, chin, chins!
Wish me luck...