There once was a girl from Macau,
Who decided to draw on a brow,
Nobody knows,
Quite why she chose those,
She thought they might suit her somehow?
The Brow
21 Friday Mar 2014
Posted in poetry
Caro Field Author
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21 Friday Mar 2014
Posted in poetry
There once was a girl from Macau,
Who decided to draw on a brow,
Nobody knows,
Quite why she chose those,
She thought they might suit her somehow?
I do wonder what on earth they are thinking when they shave them and then tatoo a replacement. The pain alone should say NO, at least if they draw those things, that large, you know they must think so little of themselves they need a larger than life sign saying “Hay, Look At Me” or maybe, just Maybe they are the Pasco’s of this time and I am just too old to see it.
I don’t think so William! It is simply madness!
I am another person who will never understand. Eyebrows are beautiful in every shape and size! (Though honestly, I think it comes from “tweezing” too many of them, and then eventually losing an eyebrow.
Cute limerick!
Alex Hurst, fantasy author in Japan, participating in Blogging A-Z April Challenge.
Thank you Alex! Why do they think it is OK?!