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!
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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