Hairy Poem by Phil Soar

Hairy



It seemed he cut my hair with garden shears
left my locks upon the floor
and me in floods of tears
the barber at the corner shop
who made me feel so horrid
chopping off my curly hair
from the apex of my fore head

Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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Margaret O Driscoll 26 February 2016

Great to have a laugh on PoemHunter

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