A Haircut In Lockdown Poem by Alan Sandham

A Haircut In Lockdown



My favourite barbershop is shut,
And, reduced to awkward clippers,
My hair endures the cruellest cut.

The barber, now home with pipe and slippers,
Will be amused when he sees the uses I have put
My beard trimmer to.

He'll say "This will not do,
This job is bad by at least two-thirds."
But not exactly in those words.

Wednesday, June 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: barbers,hair
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