A Hair Stylists Nightmare
Set her appointmenthalf past nine
but of course she
couldn't show up on time
She came and sat
upon my chair
I tried hard
not to stare
I looked at her
She looked at me
right then I knew
this was going to be
A Hair Stylists Nightmare
We returned to my chair
she hands me a photo
of Fergie's
beautiful hair
I think to my myself
I'm a beautician
not a magician
just before I hear
Can you style my hair
flowing full of flair
color and cut it
leave it down to there
Somehow I knew
right then and there
the miracle needed
was not there
I said hold that thought
I'll be right back
took a deep breath
threw down a shot
Then came right back
with my reply
Sure, let's do it
I'll give it my best try
~Mary A. Eaton~
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