Hair Cut Poem by Paddy J. P. Harris

My hair is long and thick and curly,
So twisted that each inch seems less.
Not like some locks that are just whirly.
A tight and independent mess.

Short hair does show conformity,
And I am not against such things,
I am no careless, stupid hippy,
But this hair clearly to me clings.

If Milton were alive today,
Or Blake, though mad he may have been.
Would they take a blade and cut away?
Would they brush and pluck and preen?