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Barbershop Blues

Barbershop Blues

He fell asleep in the Barber's
As they were cutting his hair:
Some fool glued his wooden leg
To the floor by the side of the chair.
It caused him chaos, distress, delay
Uncertainty and more
As they waited for the carpenter
To cut a hole in the floor.
They had to feed him calming gin
Toast and mugs of hot sweet tea
And draw a curtain around him so
Other customers wouldn't see.
It took an hour to release it
But it had come to know harm
So he paid without a tip and left
With the leg tucked under his arm.
It was his prized  possession
Carried with him everywhere
And he'd so carefully propped it
By the side of his barbers chair.
Sanded and repolished
And almost perfect once more
Only the closest inspection showed
It had been glued to the barbers floor.
There's a moral to this story:
If you must let them cut your hair
Don't ever prop your wooden leg
By the side of your barber's chair.


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Barbershop Blues