'You're so fine, ' as Mother says,
'A razor's dull to you.'
Wrong she is; for here I am-
In Hell without a clue.
Come rescue me in shining armor;
I'll not call you queer.
Save me from this wretched place-
For Home is what I fear.
Kyle Hamp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-razor-s-dull-to-you/
