A Harry Who
In a bathroom quite quiet, with the morning sun's ray,
There was a young fellow who had quite a dilemma to sway.
He needed a trim, a precise, gentle touch,
To make sure his grooming didn’t end up too much.
He pondered and wondered, with a furrowed brow,
How to tackle this task, he didn’t quite know how.
With creams and with razors, he carefully began,
A careful maneuver was the part of the plan.
He hummed a small tune, and he took a deep breath,
For he didn’t want trouble or the slightest of mess.
With a flick and a swish and a very soft sway,
He worked with great care to not go astray.
He snipped and he trimmed with a delicate hand,
And soon found himself feeling quite grand.
For the job was well done, and the results made him cheer,
As he looked in the mirror, his confidence near.
It wasn’t the size or the shape of the way,
But the feeling of smoothness that made him display.
A smile so wide that stretched ear to ear,
And a joy so profound it was perfectly clear.
The once-baffled fellow now felt quite sublime,
As his confidence grew, it was truly prime.
His grooming was perfect, his spirits did sway,
And his self-esteem grew two sizes that day.