Hair Everywhere

Every part of my body looks really shoddy,
because it"s covered with hair
There isn't a place, not even my face,
that has managed to remain bare

Times goes by, and I don't know why,
but it just keeps right on growing
Like piles of snow when it's five below
and the winter winds are blowing

Covering my back there is no lack
of curly long black stuff
And on my shoulders as I get older,
there's way more than enough

It grows on my toes and everyone knows
it blankets my forearms too
Sometimes I yearn for a mild sunburn,
but none of the rays get thorough

Could it be a bad omen that my abdomen
is covered with dense dark locks
I look like a brute in a bathing suit;
I'd rather hide in a box

There's a wooly bush all over my tush
and fuzz growing out of my ears
Anyone with snippers or a pair of clippers,
please sign up as volunteers

One thing for sure; it's hard to endure;
in fact, it's really a bother
I'm certain of where I got all this hair,
no doubt it came from my father

It's clearly true that he's hairy too,
so it's probably due to genetics
At least as a girl, I can give it a whirl
and cover some with cosmetics