The Bad Haircut

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!

6 thoughts on “The Bad Haircut

Leave a Reply to Beck Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: