ANOTHER PUBIC HAIR POEM
A little pubic hair named Fred Who dreamed of living on a head Set out one day on his perilous quest And said goodbye to all the rest The other pubes said he was mad So did his mother and his dad But little Fred would not be daunted No matter how the others taunted He knew his trek was fraught with danger But figured it was a life changer For was he not about to go Where none had ventured from below And think of all the friends he'd meet Brushed and combed and looking neat Free to feel the morning air And not squished up in underwear His climb was steep and arduous (If only there had been a bus!) But Fred pressed on convinced that he Would soon be in good company In two weeks he was half way there And chatted with some armpit hair But he was like a pube possessed And sallied forth to reach the crest He reached the chin and thought it weird That pube-like hairs made up a beard And at the nose he saw those guys Held boogers of enormous size Then further north, to his surprise He fo...