Whimsical Wednesday: Hair Raising by Penny Hibshman

Whimsical Wednesday With Friends is back!

And with a splash! Penny Hibshman hits the nail on the head with her terrific ditty about a hairdo. Thanks, Penny!

Hair Raising
by Penny Hibshman

I walked into a new salon
and huddled by the door.
Heart in throat, eyes wide with fright,
I could stand my hair no more.

I edged up to the booking desk
stood rooted to the floor
“I’d like to get a little trim,
an inch, not any more.”

Mr. Michael took my hand
and led me to his chair,
The mirrored wall was to my back
He began to cut my hair

I watched him as his scissors flew
His face began to change
Eyes opened wide and slightly glazed
He looked a little strange.

I settled down and closed my eyes
the hair began to drop
I heard the scissors snip, snip, snip
I thought they’d never stop.

The chatter of the scissors paused
I thought that he was through
I raised a hand to check the length
He barked a “Please don’t move”.

I paused with hand still in mid-air
Then let it slowly fall
My friend had said, “He’s really good!”
to worry to at all.

I’ve heard that uttered many times
and lived to feel regret
A new salon is rather like
a bad game of roulette.

Suddenly the chair turned round
I had to sneak a peek.
What I saw made my jaw drop
I gave a ghastly shriek.

Like a ewe I had been shorn
my hair was such a fright.
Any soldier would be proud
I had a “high and tight”!

Women have a rule of thumb
You’ve heard it this I know.
No matter what they do to it
Your hair will always grow!

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Sports Report

Some people sled
And some people ski
But anything with snow?
That’s just not for me

Some people use rackets
To hit balls and play tennis
But watch me aim a ball?
Trust me, I’m a menace

What about soccer
Or other team-like sports?
Nope, not for me, thanks
They put me out of sorts

Golf looked oh so civilized
Until I tried to play
And realized that at home
Is where I should have stayed

I like to exercise
But athletic I am not
Eye-hand coordination
Is something I don’t got

The best activity for me
Is to take a vigorous walk
At any high-falutin’ games
My skill set simply balks

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I’m Ba-ack

A bad poem each week
Was always the plan
Because of dumb poetry
I am a big fan

I kept up the pace
For many a year
With poems so stupid
They’d bring you to tears

But this past month
I’ve been a bit lazy
My rhyming mechanism
Has been rather hazy

But today I renew
My bad poetry vow
So that each new week
You can read and say Wow!

To continue her blog
She really is nuts
Writing poetry so awful?
It must take some guts

But courage or delusions
My hobby is back
This blog will continue
Though talent I lack

I’m here to tell you
Whatever the reason
At this blog it’s always
Bad poetry season!

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