Is it odd

O lovely mound so furry and so black
I'll prune you to a neat, inviting vee
For though I shave my legs and wax my back
This pleasure I indulge so tweezerly
No hairy wilderness shall be allowed
To march unchecked across these tender thighs
This pubic flesh shall stretch out smooth and proud
Beneath bikini bottom undersize
So one by one they fall, these wayward hairs
Beneath the pincer grip I wield with glee
I laugh at pain, ‘tis not for me the cares
Of cowards, faint of heart, whose bush runs free
Now look at that, your shagginess won't do:
Just bring those testes here, I'll pluck you too.