The Closest Shave You'll Ever GetA Poem by L. CatherineWith this utensil, My friend, I’ll unleash a world Of terror and weak will. The madness wreaks havoc Upon the streets of London, The customers’ end will be tragic. You sir! How about a shave? It’ll be the closest I’ve ever gave. No pain, no gain is what has been said. There is much gain in pain, That is what people dread. So why not come over? Sweeney’s waiting, while Lovett’s Just around the bend. Come and get a shave, It’ll be your timely end. © 2011 L. CatherineAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on April 16, 2011 Last Updated on April 16, 2011 AuthorL. CatherineStorybrooke, MEAboutMy name is L. Catherine and I, like many of you out there, am a writer. My whole life I've grown up with a vivid imagination and seeing things differently than other people, always wishing and believi.. more..Writing
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