(Sing this to the tune of "Somewhere Out There")
Somewhere nearby I hear the buzzing sound
A song of barbershop clippers hummed in four part round
Even closer my favorite seventeen-year old
Soon to undergo shortening of his glorious locks of gold
And though no razor`s touched his hair since last June or July
I`d like to think underneath that mane is still the same sweet guy
To the strip mall a mere mile away
First thing on the agenda of a balmy spring break day
As the strands fall it soon reveals a trace
Of what is becoming a grown-up chiseled face
Floor-length tresses no longer decorate my mature tyke
But by summer they may evolve into a surfer spike
This has been a successful haircut event
I for one am glad that both of us went
And the clippers continue buzzing along
Will your own teenager soon attend a concert of their song?
1 comment:
Dude it looked way way better before the hack job.
Oh well it will grow again. Live and learn Brah.
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