I’m not sure why you’re here,
Nor why you’re multiplying.
I’ve not yet hit menopause,
And yet you still keep trying.
I’m barely over forty,
But you refuse to ignore me.
I pluck you weekly, sometimes daily,
And still you persist to adorn me.
I’m not a man, I have no balls,
Nor want of a penis.
So please do tell me why I must keep pluck chin hair on my to-do list?