Tim Smith Poet Limerick

Wild Hairdresser - Ut Oh

At one time I knew this wild hairdresser
While cutting my hair I confessed to her
that with just one touch
I'd love her so much
Grazed her chest and my bob became lesser

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Paul Callus October 22, 2016 at 4:33 AM You were very daring, Tim. Scissors are scary weapons:) Regards // paul

Darren White October 21, 2016 at 9:30 AM Hmmmm. Not sure if I'd visit a wild hairdresser to begin with.... You know where it starts, but where does it end!

Lim'Rik Flats October 21, 2016 at 8:39 AM Wayward hands hath made you wiser//you did something to surprise her//her use of scissors//just like incisors//on wild critter says advisor. MORE COFFEE!!!

Ilene Bauer October 20, 2016 at 6:16 PM very funny, tim!

Joseph P. DiMino October 20, 2016 at 4:06 PM Yep; avoid passion when there is a scissor or razor about. Great smile maker:)!

Anne-Lise Andresen October 20, 2016 at 3:05 PM :))) ... Well done, Tim - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Tim Smith October 20, 2016 at 3:05 PM Thanks A-L :)

Carolyn Devonshire October 20, 2016 at 2:50 PM Oh no! Save the "bob." Got a great laugh from this one and couldn't help thinking of Lorena Bobbit. Awesome! Love, C Tim Smith October 20, 2016 at 3:06 PM lol...I need the bob still...great to see you. Quite the scare against Wisconsin for the Buckeyes.

Heidi Sands October 20, 2016 at 2:35 PM Funny :) Tim Smith October 20, 2016 at 3:03 PM lol...thanks

Jan Allison October 20, 2016 at 2:21 PM ooee err Tim lol careful with those scissors she may give you the snip lol:-) hugs Jan xx7 Tim Smith October 20, 2016 at 3:03 PM lol..will be advised