I took an evening class in Bush Craft
But they used some
peculiar things
For example a sharp
blade, a mirror
Some wax and assorted
sequins
I took an evening class in Bush Craft
But they used some
peculiar things
For example a sharp
blade, a mirror
Some wax and assorted
sequins
I bought some new Aftershave,
You should try it
It smells of sunflower
seeds
The birds really love
it
Hey there blondie I really like your hair
But I bet that it’s a
different shade down there
I bet you don’t have
any white, blonde thatch
Your collar and cuffs
certainly won’t match
Or maybe a mismatch really
isn’t anticipated
Possibly you have
already defoliated
I don’t mind you with
or without down below
I’m an easy to please
kind of fellow
And if you’re a bottle
blonde I don’t care
Or if there is a
mismatch with body hair
Any way it comes
that’s my simple philosophy
And besides it’s not
something I’m likely to see
Not pampered or preened
Nor sculptured or
shaped
Not tidied or groomed
Nor shaven or scraped
For neat and manicured
Well, nothing could be
fouler
For we like it as
nature intended
An untamed hairy
growler
No French landing
strips
Or Brazilian styled
Just wild and untamed
bush
Because we like our
beaver wild
The great thing about being a man
Is you can have the same hairstyle for years
And waking in the morning with a moustache
Doesn’t make you burst into tears
But perhaps the best
thing of all
I took an evening class in Bush Craft
But they used some peculiar things
For example a sharp blade, a mirror
Some wax and assorted sequins