Hair Less

Ever since lockdown and the barbers were all closed, There was only one solution that my wife duly proposed ‘Let’s go buy some clippers so that I can cut your hair’ She said, with a smile, and a persuasive stare. Ever since that day we have this ritual, of sorts I fire up the clippers, awaiting my hair to be cut short, And with precision and attention, she duly proceeds To cut my hair, which more often than not, she succeeds. On the dreaded day, I encountered a distraction As I fired up the clippers and handed over the contraption. I heard the first shear before she worryingly shouted ‘You hair seems long’ she said, as if somehow she doubted! The amount of hair extracted, upon examination Seemed way to much, without an explanation But upon close inspection, something wasn’t right It was the absence of the clipper, that my hair had to fight! I now had two tramlines, positively bald Which my wife found amusing, as her close friends she called And I was left with the only option, available to me, To always wear a hat, so that the public couldn’t see!! Funny Memories Poetry Contest Sponsor - Natasha L Scragg Date - 25th January 2022