Armpitumzel

“Armpitumzel, Armpitumzel,

throw down your armpit hair.

Even though it’s slick and silky,

I must make it all the way up there.”

The townspeople stared at the fair maiden, unsure what exactly she saw,

she started pulling herself up and they were all afraid that she might fall.

She finally got to the top, and dancing a jig,

she pulled off her wig.

“I’ve been searching far and wide for luscious locks like yours,

so surely you can spare some pieces for me to make a new wig that frames my face better and makes me look cuter!”

Armpitumzel was a little in shock, standing like a rock, but he wanted to do whatever it took to suit her.

Humbled and chagrinned, he stuttered,“Well, of course!” as he snipped off some strands,

to meet her desperate demands.

The townspeople thought it was all some kind of joke,

as she slide down his armpit hair like a rope,

because now she had a new hairdo,

and the new hair color appeared so strangely familiar, this they could almost swear to!