Haircut - Judges 16
It’s true, she didn’t ask me to do it.
But I could tell the first time we had dinner together,
When she mentioned the appointment with her stylist,
That she’d not be displeased if I made an appointment of my own.
I now look back and see that as a turning point in my life
No less disastrous than the one that reduced
That other slayer of Philistines to similar misfortune.
But I’ll rattle these temple pillars yet.
Just give me time.
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