I received a phone call from my cousin.
It seems that his chin was a fuzzin'.
A decision was made
That he needed a blade
So I bought and sent him a dozen!
A very funny Limerick with an extraordinary picture of a chin.
Ah, fuzz. The first sign of adulthood. (The second is body odor.) : -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Leave out the full, l Kim works fine good one