Breezy
"Granny cut my hair", grandson said
"I'll just take you to town".
"No, don't spend that money", he said
"Ouch, that pulls" said with frown
Those ladies and men at those salons
Make it look so easy
Just run those clippers up those heads
In just one sweep breezy
Well to tell truth, heads are odd shaped
Those clippers don't just flow
There are bumps along crooked way
Had to plough trifallow
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
