thelahhull
Date:
2008-05-08
Time: 17:26:56
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I've ghastly legs are the words she thinks,
All dark and hairy not smoothe and pink.
Hair remover is on her mind,
At the local chemist a brand she'll find.
Many types she sees displayed in there,
To disolve away unwanted hair.
Which to choose she can't deside,
So reads the discription tucked inside.
"This pack looks prettier than all the rest,
And it costs more too so it must be best."
Back at home she's so excited,
With hair free legs she'll be delighted.
"Use sparingly" the instructions say,
But this she ignores and gets carried away.
She used a whole bottle,
Instead of a fraction,
Her pins they broke out,
In allergic reaction.
Burning and blotchy,
A great swollen mess.
Bright red and firey,
Hair no longer the pest.
14 days later....
Her legs still did itch!
And wearing long skirts,
Made her walk with a twitch.
Of a great new invention,
A commercial did rave.
An electrical gadget,
For ladies to shave.
To get enough money,
Her bankie she'd raid,
But priced still too high,
She must use a blade.
With hand none too steady,
She screamed out in pain.
Slashing the skin,
Again and again.
ORH negative....
An off putting sight
When one hopes to go out,
And meet Mr Right.
With mild antiseptic,
The cuts she did dab,
When pulling on tights,
She ripped off the scabs.
Once only hair,
Shattered mini skirt dreams.
But now scars lurk there too,
Beneath her faithful old jeans.
There's no hope for her now,
But she gives sound advice.
If you're a hairy legged lady,
Just stick to dark tights.
written by thelahhull many moons ago
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