Barber, barber, come and get me;
Hairy torrents irk and fret me.
Hair and hair again appears;
And climbs like ivy round my ears.
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As a child, I hated poetry. Yet, was often forced to choose and recite in grade school. Ogden Nash eased the anguish of having to recite. This poem was my introduction to the world of Ogden Nash.
I like it but maybe so more exciting things because it’s not really a good jam
should be: Ever down it trips and trickles should be: Yes, and where it trips, it tickles should be: Shaggy as a prize Angora should be: Sloth is strong, but hair is stronger should be: I cannot stand it any longer should be: Bring on your crisp electric clippers should be: I warn you that a bumper crop should be: Barber, barber, be verbose; should be: Be anything, but clip it close should be: Barber, barber, singe and scald
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