Christmas Haircut
Time for your Christmas haircut sir?
A lowering of ears
get scalped without a cowboy hat
or Tonto’s distant jeers.
A cut like Frank Sinatra then
your word is our command
we’re not like other barber poles
we’ll style you or be darned.
You settle down, I’ll get the strop
make sure your razor shines
just doze Dear Sir, upon our seat
we’ll style you to the nines.
And there I drifted through the bright
of mirror, smiles and snips
into an ice filled dream of hope
this short dark night’s eclipse.
And so there was a Christmas wave
to swim while hairs were shorn
I danced across the fields aglow
where snowmen’s dreams are born.
When my surprise a voice called out
with not a soul in sight
it was of course the barber’s coo
he’d finished for the night.
I opened, blinking at the glass
my bared reflection called
and there before my poor mince pies
the Barnet Fair was bald
He’d chopped and cropped me to a glaze
I said ‘Sinatra’! Clear!
Well that’s how old blue eyes would look
If he stopped by in here.
El
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
to all at Poets Graves
Christmas Haircut
Many of the rhymes in this feel forced. Especially "jammed"/"damned." I would also be weary of writing poems that only appeal to certain cultures, especially when it's in a rather shallow way.
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