Should You Really Have Shaved That Thing?

Should you really have shaved that thing?

It looks sore and angry, and really must sting

It looks like elbow skin, that’s been freshly grazed

Or, a turkey neck, that’s been lightly braised

Just looking at it, gives you the feeling

No lady on earth, would find this appealing

It’s sat there, with its own gravitational pull

All lumpy and bumpy, like a coin-purse that’s full

Like a pensioners neck, swaying lightly in the breeze

As time aids its descent, to your (now knocking) knees

Like a walnut, with the contours of a celebrity chef’s face

Once a proud bush, now, scrotal alopecia takes its place

But, you’ve done it now, there’s no turning back

From a blunt, hairy razor, and a shining ball sack.