Owain Glyn


My Hairdresser - Poem by Owain Glyn

I have this guy who cuts my hair
What's left of it, to be quite fair
He always does his very best
He trims the tufts, and shines the rest.

And as he trims, he chats to me
He knows what's going on, you see
There's nothing he won't know about
He's full of knowledge, without doubt.

Who's screwing whom, and where, and when
Who's been arrested, once again
Who's got cash, and who has not
On politics, he's just red hot.

He outdoes, the printed news
I'm captivated by his views
My private life, I never leak
For fear I'll be 'the news' next week.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

A visit to the hairdresser!

Comments about My Hairdresser by Owain Glyn

  • Diane Hine (2/6/2013 2:18:00 AM)


    Ha! brilliant, I'm wary of people like that too. (Report) Reply

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  • Clarence Prince (1/24/2013 9:48:00 AM)


    Very funny, such a Barber, watchout your life could be in the News next week, Owain! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 24, 2013



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