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!
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2023
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