Haircut

“Just give a trim all over,
Barely brush the ears
And block across the neck.

Oh, and save the sideburns
I’ve been trying to extend
These fifteen years.”

Today that’s what I tell
The woman with the shears
And buzzing clippers.

So long I’ve stayed away
My fear’s I can’t recall
How I should look.

But if she gets it wrong
There’ll be no tears;
I’ll simply grow it back.

©2007  John I. Blair 

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