Each native barber carries a bag
A bag full of blood tools:
cupping tools, slitting tools
and a couple of cutting tools
So it happened to be
this news thing that flies
flew in to the barber's ears
about a client chasing the wife
Now with the client before him
and the shaving almost done
but the nose-shaving part,
the valet slotted his razor tool
such that when it had found a grip
he tipped it a little up and said
be it known that I know.
Be it known…………
and the client adjusting his pulsating fanny,
heaved a sigh and also said:
be it known, that Ne……Ver again!
Those were his skin saving words
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