ANOTHER  PUBIC  HAIR  POEM


Hello, boys and girls, and welcome to poetry corner where today we will be looking at classical English poetry which was originally written about pubic hair but was amended to reflect the decency of the day.   

BECAUSE I COULD NOT CLIP MY PUBES  by  Emily Dickinson
(later ditched on the advice of her editor and replaced with 'Because I Could Not Stop For Death')

Because I could not clip my pubes
They grew down to my knee
They fell in soft cascading tubes
Embracing liberty

Whenever I lay in the sun
I heard the neighbours' snickers
"Oh, look!  Her pubic hair's begun
Escaping from her knickers!"

But I will have the last laugh, for
When wintry winds will storm
While they are frozen to the core
My pubes will keep me warm


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