The trimmer
The other day, whilst writing, the television
had an ad which caught my peripheral vision,
extolling the virtues of an electric trimmer,
designers being clear it was not a him or
her thing, but targetted at the grump of the species,
which intrigued me, so I thought I'd take a look see.
Found the trimmer on their site upon the laptop,
not too expensive for a self inflicted crop-top.
And what is more, this electrical ware
came with freebies, to assist in shaving hair;
deodorant spray, cool boxer shorts, a shaving mat.
A mat for shaving, what the hell is that?
Then, the truth upon me slowly falls,
It's not to trim my face, but shave my balls!
If I want to sport a short Mohican look,
I can use my girlfriend's wax strips, or just pluck.
Lol. Go the glittery balls in the photo. Your shaving mat would be galactical. Your wax strips fantastical.
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🤣🤣Your jokes about everything spherical,
have me rolling around, quite hysterical!
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😊. There’s nothing like a couplet. 🤣
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🤣 It’s how life begins!
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Try the wax. Go on. I dare you.
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🤣 I think not!
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I bet it’ll feel smooth afterwards!
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😂 I still think not!
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eeeeeouch!
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Definitely a hairy ball busting situation, choices, choices the smooth look or the five o’clock shadow?
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🤣 A five o’clock shadow in my undies!
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