Once Upon A Bush?

To the bush rich and thick,
Full of esoteric limerick.

To the bush full and tightly woven,
As the young girl turns into woman.

To the bush a dark forest damp,
Men prance to its encampment.

To the bush of honey brown,
Sweet treasures to be found.

To the bush of wheaten fields,
Billowing waves in passion’s zeal.

To the bush a haystack on fire,
Full of wet burning desire.

To the bush viscous mysterious,
Bermuda Triangle of passions delirious.

To the bush a man can sink his lips in,
And floss his teeth naturally in-between meals.

To the bush and the young women,
That saves their razors for armpits and legs.
And leave their steaming haystack in great array.

EPITLOGUE:
Why women shave between their legs is beyond me,
Is it because they all want to look the same?
Bare of hair bland and plain?
The lost of individuality?
A proclamation of hairless liberty?
Or is it because of thong sun suits?
I didn’t see tan lines on the last two,
What’s a man to do?

Girls-ladies and dear women let your hair grown rich and thick,
Something a real man can lay his cheek against when exhausted,
Like a silk carpet of passions deep,
Drenched with womanly wetness in secret keep,
And save your razor for your long legs and armpits.
From a poet that cares about your thick short hairs.