Here is a poem, all about maintaining,
Some let it all hang out, and some keep it neat.
Others couldn’t give a shit, while they can’t even see their feet.
Which can get a bit gory, for the sake of smooth limbs.
From ankle to calf area, the damage is minimal,
But once you reach dangly bits, it’s like being attacked by an animal…
Some leave it to the pros, and just opt for waxing,
If you can’t see what’s going on, it’s not really happening.
Somewhere in that lady forest, is your long lost vagina.
With the aid of the sticky stuff, you can once again find her.
Some get the cream out, to frazzle those hairs,
A bit too close for comfort for me, with your labia right there…
Some ask a husband, to go down and give things a snip,
Perhaps some bedtime tweezer-ing, to tidy up those nips.
So however you do it, there’s ways of maintaining,
Your bits and bobs, without too much complaining.
But frankly me and my fanny, have got plenty to get through,
Like producing a [email protected]*king human, that’s more than enough to do…