Waxing poetic
My word! My skin is sensitive,
It bubbles, burns, and yet I live.
I look to have survived attacks
by more than simple blobs of wax.
Rash extends from knee to toe.
It's finally stopped itching, though.
The good news is I'm free of hair.
But wait - Oh dear! There's still loads there.
PS: Soup Saturday is on for tomorrow, humans! Open invite, as usual!
Much love.
Love,
me.