Brevity by Dan Thompson for April 21, 2021

Burma Shave.

I prefer Mr Miyagi’s Spa – Wax on, Wax off.

She’s getting waxed for Wayne. He writes birthday card jingles.

I used to live next door to a salon like that. Who knew all the ladies could have such a ripping good time at such a crotchety place?

Does she know more than one line from any poem?

Man, I took “…two roads diverging in a yellow wood…” in an entirely different way from the blonde.

I’d like to pick a nit here: The poetry should be coming from the waxer, not the waxee.

Those aren’t really poems … I have loved England, dearly and deeply,Since that first morning, shining and pure,The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeplyOut of the sea that once made her secure …

Hair today, gone tomorrow.

Waxing is a scam, it’s all a big rip off

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art as balmy.