Author's Note: These poems are very random and sporadically written humorous works. I don't know what may spew out of my mind. Just letting you know…

Ode To The Seven-Bladed Razor

Oh, razor with blades of seven

Your result is far from heaven

Sure, my stubble is gone

But something just feels wrong

The first blade, it cuts the hair

The second, strips my face bare

The third, my epidermis gets raw

The fourth, it feels like a saw

The fifth, the flesh is peeling

The sixth, I've lost the feeling

The seventh, oh it hurts badly such!

Seven blades really is too much