Watch the weirdness of it

this wiry growth

from each leg and each pit.

An ancient ancestor

back for a visit.

The mammalian inside

wants to go wild.

Throw away the razor

the wax and the laser

become a wild woman

scare your next door neighbour.

You're growing your hair

and you don't care.

Be astonished by its pace

this evolutionary race

draping over the tops of socks

sprouting from under pants.

Lifting arms might not be wise

there's a hairy surprise

for those who oppose.

Maybe the Sasquatch is a wild woman.

A hairy outsider driven out

by social disapproval

of her utter disdain 

for constant hair removal?

Alas, there comes a time you must admit

unless you fully commit

too much hair is hard to bear.

The suppression of the wild woman within

is worth the sensation of silky skin.

This notion I have entertained

primeval hair simply must be tamed.

The End