Hair In Lockdown Poem by Patricia Denise Newman

Who's that walking down the street?
Hair so long can't see her feet
Is it someone I'm meant to meet?
Oh yes, it's my old friend

The hairdresser's still shut tight
Queues outside both day and night
Well I don't think that can be right
We're growing a new trend

Our children soon go back to school
Tidy hair is still the rule
Unless they want to look the fool
They'll have to trim the end

The problem is quite small it's true
Among so many things to do
But looking round we'll find a new
Style we can amend