Hair Horror

Today, Monday 21st March 2022, is World Poetry Day. Today, Monday 21st March 2022, I went to the hairdresser. Due to these two occasions, allow me to share this melodramatic poem I wrote a few years back.

Damn! My hair is in my tea
My fringe is thick, I cannot see
My blindness makes the fact no lesser;
A meeting due with my hairdresser.

I calm my mind, yet drag my feet
to Treenie Todd on Torture St.
Who wields her scissors like a gun
It’s sharp hot weapons versus none.

I brace the armrests of the chair
Through packaged teeth, I wince and swear
Till head feels light, it’s time to go
Oh blasted hair, why must you grow?

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