Haircuts #poem You walk in the salon Sit down in the chair Talk to the stylist As she washes your hair She dries it then you Go to a seat She gets out her scissors This isn't a treat You measure between Your finger and thumb How much you want off I say 5 inches Then its the chop Snip snip they go Stop I scream Now my hair is 5inches long I cry out with sadness She says she'll put it right But it'll take years She snips more Even shorter Then a big thick fringe 3 years later it's not long Now I like it a tiny bit
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