0029 It's Haircut Day Poem by Michael Shepherd

0029 It's Haircut Day

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Oh dear it’s haircut day

I guess I should be grateful –
she comes round to the house
and cuts what’s left up there for
almost next to nothing, these days

she’s a bright cookie but
no conversationalist
so I attempt to make pleasant small talk
for both our benefits I like to think

but if I say something she disagrees with
like who sells the best fish around here
or immigration
she corrects me with such withering scorn
that I feel I should apply for
institutionalisation. Or cremation.

my masculine side says stuff her,
don’t even try
so I have to call on
my feminine side
to think, to be like that
she must have had an awful childhood
or adolescence, or both

'Fate with the abhorréd shears...' (classical quote)

she’s due now – report back later

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
fanniesson - 17 September 2006

I enjoyed this poem the ending masterful I like endings that cut short the poem leaving the reader hanging

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Poetry Hound 30 August 2006

I knew I was missing out on something by cutting my own hair. I save money but I miss out on the interactions. Conversations with hairdressers and taxi drivers - people whose hands you put your life into - can be quite interesting. I'm sure you've got a few more poems in you from these encounters.

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Danny Reynolds 30 August 2006

..going anywhere nice for your holidays? ..been anywhere nice for your holidays? ..my word, there's not much here, but hasn't it gone thick?

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Alison Cassidy 30 August 2006

Michael, What a picture you paint. I'm sure you can access your feminine side. love, Allie with the smart Toorak stylish hair cut

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.... and of course she who wields the scissors is one to be feared. True though, isn't it, that home hairdressers are something of their own cariacture, which you paint perfectly (and a pretty sight is isn't, especially...) .. the withering looks if you err from their 'correct' opinions on such subjects of equal importance, fish and immigration. Yep, can just see it - and see ya when you're shorn, handsome! t x

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Michael Shepherd

Michael Shepherd

Marton, Lancashire
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