He Cut His Hair on My Watch
My little brother cut his hair on my watch
I decided to fix it, the best I could do.
He was squirming, it’s uneven, a job of botch.
Not my fault I told my mom, blame it on Hugh.
Hugh is three, mama said. I blame you, you, you.
That made me angry, now I am irritated with Hugh.
When a little bro cuts his hair, what’s a big brother to do?
I have to tell you, now we are both in the doghouse too.
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