People may think and shrug
Oh, it's just like a rug
Well, I don't care
It's just my leg hair
Obviously it's the most attractive
And probably not chemically reactive
Settle down, ladies, I swear
It's just my leg hair
It's got every eye in gym class
Someone might think it crass
I wouldn't shave it on a dare
It's just my leg hair
YOU ARE READING
Gray's Sick Poetry
PoetrySome poetry of the highest class. I should clarify, some of it is kinda weird, but it has its moments.
