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Hair We Go!


We sit there for hours,
Getting tints and perms galore!
Cutting, colouring, shaping,
But do we know what for?

Is it just for us?
For vanity's sake or what!
Because girls, I have to say it!
We should be bloody shot!

We suffer all that time,
Then when its time to go…
We get it al, messed up!
When the wind and rain doth blow!

The perm eventually falls out!
And the colour turns all shades!
Then the cut grows every which way!
And the newness entirely fades!

Then, we need to return,
We sit there for hours on end,
Repeating the process again and again!
It drives you round the bend!

Then the woman in the next seat…
Is told that she has nits!!!
Before you know it, the word is out!
Then there's screaming shouting fits!!

‘Did she use that brush on me?'
The thought runs through your mind!
And what about that apron?
Blimey, we're not very kind!

Home again, what relief,
Admiring our crowning glory,
But hang on, did I see it move?
Well that's another story!!

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