The Hairdresser
The hairdresser is a species of a different kind
of the best disposition you’ll ever find.
They’ll know you better than hubby or wife,
relate to every aspect of your pitiful life.
They’ll listen intently to each of your woes,
nodding profusely saying ‘that’s how it goes!’
And never will they, ever judge or complain,
even if you can be, somewhat of a pain.
When your hair is all done it’s all perfect of course,
as the compliments flow, for you must endorse
the fine art of a craft, that without we’d be lost,
but left with one question ‘what is the cost?’
You must learn not to question the hole in your pocket,
and the tip is a must, please don’t ever knock it.
It’s the least they deserve for the trouble they take
listening to all your grief by staying awake!
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