A Barbers Shop Nightmare Poem by Kevin Campbell

A Barbers Shop Nightmare

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I know Im not wanted here, as I sit and wait
Just watching my son have his hair cut
Should be so easy to do, yet this feels such an alien place
Sure the girls are all good looking, the room is clean and warm and the magazines are all in date
The coffee forever free flowing and the musics relaxed and sedate

But my problem is I have no hair and feel right out of place
Im a bald man in a Barbers shop, an insult to their trade

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pradeep Dhavakumar 10 February 2007

Nice funny poem. Liked it. Thank you.

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Kevin Campbell

Kevin Campbell

Hamilton Scotland
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