Now as a man I always thought
I’d far the worst of things.
For I thought sure there was nothing worse
Than the mood that shaving brings.
Yes, I used to swear when I cut myself
And boil if the razor failed.
But after my aunt got hold of me
The horror of these things paled.
For she gave me a facial treatment then,
A-killing me inch by inch
And I’ll swear no more at shoving, for
I know NOW a man has a cinch!
–inspired by Helen Romine [sister-in-law]
by Ray Romine Friday, September 22, 1933
