The Medusa's At the Hair Salon

Mr. and Mrs. Medusa Put their huge hats on their heads To constrain their hair that always Looks like they just got out of bed They drove off to the hair salon Even though they remembered That when her mom asked long ago For a trim, she got dismembered Hey mister, said the stylist If you are here to be groomed With all that hair in the air You’d be better off getting pruned Me, a hideous haircut? No madam, not on your life I’ve been growing these locks out Just as stunningly as my wife’s These aren’t your ho-hum dreadlocks Or some kind of mystic braiding They’re hereditary snake heads But they’re always cascading So we need a special perm Says the Mr. and the Mrs. To try and cut down on the squirm Plus tone down the galling hisses Hopefully with custom hair care We’ll have less troubles when shopping So people don’t turn into rock Followed by pitiful dropping We are just people persons Stuck with this rattlebrained hair So barber please do your thing But first you better take care To put on a welder’s helmet Or at least a sturdy blindfold We know you can untangle it Since you’re the best we are told You ask me to revamp your hair Which in fact are laughably snakes Yeah right, said the doubting stylist You sound like a couple of flakes Then a kid pulls at their hat To expose a wiggling lock But he looks at the snake’s head And turns solid as a rock That’s when a nosey customer Takes pictures with her phone Though she couldn’t get a selfie Having turned into a stone Now let that be a warning So that you don’t fossilize Don’t ever try to gamble By beholding our snake eyes!