Stylist Poems - Poems about Stylist

we trim their hair, necks, noses, and mustaches too They come on Saturday morning, when the mail is due we hear their stories, they gossip about their farms and such we like our regulars, and we hear so much! only one gives us a tip we try to get him...

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The stylist grabbed her brat and ran out to her jeep She had 2 energy drinks because she had no sleep She dropped off brat in back and quickly shut the door She came out and there was Miss Big one on the floor Miss Big one got her name because she was so tall Too many happy pills was...

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With much trepidation I visited the local "hair stylist" today. It was a "hair raising" experience as compared to barbers of yesterday! 'Twas thirty years since I'd heard the snip of a barber's shears, Since my long-suffering wife had trimmed my hair for many years! My hair had become somewhat bushy on the sides and nape, So I needed her...

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Come in. Have a seat. Come listen to my story. It's a bit upbeat. I cut and styled hair for several years and some of the things that happened will make you laugh so hard, it'll bring you to tears. Once there was a lady with very thick hair who...

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