I finally admitted to my dad
Why his razor used to be so bad
As a teenager it was the norm
To shave our legs; true to form
I wanted to be like everyone else
So I "borrowed" his razor; confessed
This very day; I came clean
It was me; I did the deed
I remember your cursing; anger too
When that razor didn't cut true
I was too embarrassed to admit it then
I was the one who caused your pain
You blamed the blunted razor blade
Saying the company should be ashamed...
I was so glad when my allowance came
I could buy my own razor blades
No more did you suffer; my poor dad
For I; finally; my own razor had...
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