Ping-Pong Haircut Poem by Hadi Hakkai Renato P.

you could tell they were scared
the trees which stood there
afraid they might lose
though they were well prepared

Shiver
Shuffle
Shiver

Leaves and branches shook in despair

Shiver
Shuffle
Shiver

Oh no! Here He was to cut their hair!

He did “the panther” towards them;
feet keeping a pace
Yes, he crept slinkily towards them;
Eerie smile upon his face

Wider and Wider
Broader and Broader

Was his grin as he lifted the clippers in the air

Snip! Snip! Snip!
twigs tumbled to the ground
Snip! Snip! Snip!
one leafy afro down

He did it in a sweat
He did it choppy quick
and tree after tree
He left them all stiff

The Panther had style–
an elegant attire
one last grin of satisfaction
over His row of opponents

He had played ping-pong with the trees
and again He had won