Poem of the weekUnkindest cut of all
My hair grows long
And looks all wrong;
Delay I musn’t harbour.
The wife says “tut!
It’s time to cut”,
So I’m off to the barber.
I sit in chair,
He looks at hair;
“Short back and sides, once more”?
I murmur “yes”,
He grabs a tress,
A firm set to his jaw.
The scissors fly,
Till he well nigh,
Shakes me to the core.
My hair’s all gone
And lies upon,
His clean, receptive floor!
I look aghast,
Until at last,
He grimaced “crew cut’s great”.
Bid my goodbyes,
Hat covers eyes,
Feeling chill around the pate!
I got back home,
Showed her my dome;
Explained what he’d been at.
She starts to laugh,
Cries “you don’t half,
Look like a coconut mat”!!!
Don Filliston.