Dressed in fine crepe de chine

Loving it when in the mirror she preened;

Fragile like Dresden China

Voice chirpy like the singing mynah;

Cascading hair soft as silk

Face reflecting the purity of milk;

Skin pretty peaches and cream

All in all, an artist’s dream;

Stilettos adding to the innate grace

No eye could stray from that face;

Picture perfect as she sat in style

But, hey, what’s this that made me rile;

Though dressed every bit to kill

Her hairy legs made me feel ill;

Perhaps in her quest to look her best

She’d forgotten that unsightly hair is a pest;

All attempts to be fun and jovial

Failed; I wish she had opted for her hair removal!

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