I got a haircut yesterday
and now I wear a cap.
The barber seemed to lose his mind —
his barber chair, my trap!
I said, “Just take a little off.”
He said, “Okay, will do.”
So on my phone, I played a game
and didn’t, the process, view.
At last the man said, “I’m all done”,
and I looked at his mirrors.
My chin was wobbling as I paid,
and I fought back my tears.
I’ve been real mad since yesterday
cause I know I look dumb,
so next time I go for a trim,
I’m going to take my mom!