My Hairy Legs
~My Hairy Legs~
I was very busy
and hadn’t shave my legs.
a month turned into two
and you should’ve seen them then.
I had this great idea that I,
would put them to good use.
I went outside to feel the breeze
and boy would you believe.
my legs were like a weather bane
that could tell the force of wind.
So next time you have hairy legs
don’t worry or be chagrin.
Just take your hairy legs outside
and measure that old wind.
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