The Daily Chore

Its something I have to do daily,
It really is such a chore,
There must be something I can do,
So I don't have to do it anymore?

I've worked out how long its taken me,
Over the years since I first started,
Something like 70 days altogether,
But we all take it for granted.

Electric, wet, some even dry,
We scrape away at our skin,
But don't forget its not only men,
Who have to do this thing.

Still, it could be worse,
At least its only my face,
Imagine if hair grew everywhere,
We'd end up shaving all day.

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The Daily Chore was selected for publishing by the Poetry Guild