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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Welcome to my barber shop, Owned by the late Puddin' Pop. That's my dad's picture in the frame: Let me tell you how he earned his nickname. Back in the summer of 1984, My mom bought my sister and me to the store. There was a barber shop next door, And here's my pop. His name was William Moore. I'm Calvin, his son; Anne is his wife; Penny is my sister who loves Barney Fife. "Hey, everyone," my dad said with a smile. "I haven't seen you guys in a long while. I just opened up my shop today: What would you like? Let's get started right away." My mom said, "You see this full head of hair? Calvin looks like an afro grizzly bear. He only needs a shape up and a little off the top." But I was a little nervous and yelled, "No! STOP! I don't look like no grizzly bear, And there's no way you're getting me in that chair!" So Mom and Dad thought of a scheme To convince me to look fresh and clean. Mom reached in the bag that was brought from the store. What did she take out? I had to explore. It was chocolate and vanilla pudding pops from Jell-O! My sister and I were like, "HELLO!" "Now son," said dad, "you don't need to fear. Your mom, sister, and I are right here. But if you want this frozen treat, Stop your bawling and get your booty in that seat!" My hair had to go. I didn't have a choice, But to obey my father's strong baritone voice. After 15 minutes, it wasn't so bad: I received my first haircut from my dear old dad. My mom paid $10 and gave me my dessert; I was so happy, even with the stains on my shirt. For almost 15 years, we've been going over there To get rid of my so-called "afro grizzly bear hair". Sadly, my Puddin' Pop passed away. But his barber shop is still standing today. There's been a minor change since he passed on: Now it's a barber shop and a beauty salon. My sister and I own both of these places And loves the smiles on our customers' faces. Every time we open our shops for the crowd, I know in my heart that we've done our dad proud. That's the story of this awesome barber shop. Thanks for everything, Puddin' Pop.
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