Back in the day, I used to fly between Hawaii and Alaska on a fairly regular basis. On one of those trips, I met a Scandinavian lass who was one of nature's naturals - no make-up, no perfume, no cosmetics at all. Nor did she shave - anywhere! On occasion, she would visit the islands and as you might expect, she wore as little as possible on those sunny shores. After she departed, my 'friends' would have no end of fun at her expense. They christened her 'Hairy Mary'. The following was written as a response to their unkindness.
I care not for ladies that shave
Shorn legs and pits I don't crave
Some fuzz on their arms
just adds to their charms
and lip moss brightens my days
I never understood how
pencil makes a better brow
My libido crashes
under bushwhacked lashes
Why I don't know now
I'm fond of a nuzzle or peck
on the nape of a downy neck
And my hand still relies
on the velvet of thighs
to make me a quivering wreck
So why all those complexes
about hair at her nexus?
Trimming round that mound
is surely unsound
and hazardous to both sexes
* The word gorilla comes from the classical Greeks who believed the great apes were a tribe of hairy women
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