my hairdresser is a saint :)


Cut

After you have washed me
You tie me to the chair.
I cannot run away and
You will make me stay
So you can approach with
Your snitty snips snapping.

I hate you!

Just a moment!
I quite like it.
You have shorn me
And suddenly I feel
Awake.

Scissors sometimes
Are best not stationary
I just dislike when they circle
My damp head.

And don't get me started
On the hot air!



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-05-05 at 01:14

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, Jenks, how I envy your having hair

good poem

xxx Stan
2011-05-10


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Linda, the world is a better place because you have refused to grow up.
2011-05-08


Sid Gardner
Had my hair cut yeaterday. Short back and sides, singe and eyefrows trimmed plus all facial cavities defoliated £5.00 pensioners rates. Heres looking at you kid...
Sid.
2011-05-06



There is a tug-o-war of emotions as we go to the hairdressers, this poem captures this brilliantly. And the best hairdressers know how best to approach us and make everything all right.
2011-05-05


shells
Thanks for making me smile and identify with this on a day when the sun has gone, enjoyed the alliteration in your first stanza and the double meaning of your final line. I feel an appointment coming on.
2011-05-05