A Close Shave

He started shaving at his face.
Of course that was his usual place.
But there was some hair on his neck.
He shrugged and said, “Well, what the heck.”
That razor really did the trick;
that hair all cleared off nice and quick.
And while he thought that went okay,
his t-shirt then got in the way.
So he just dropped it on the floor,
and thought that he should shave some more.
He really had a hairy chest,
so that was shaved off with the rest.
And soon he stood with no clothes on.
Then every hair was sheared and gone.
He had to use some special care
when he was shaving way down there.
He even worked on all his toes.
Most people wouldn’t think of those.
But did he then know when to stop?
Well no, he still had hair on top.
Now he’s as smooth as a cue ball.
Yeah, eyebrows too; he shaved it all.
He thought his job was finally done.
No hair was left, not even one.
Yes, every crevice, every crack
was hairless now… except his back.
His hairy back.
Oh well.