Hair Raising
As I saw my reflection , passing by a window display,
Realised oh ya my hair indeed looks like hay,
I fixed up an appointment with a hair specialist who’s appointment was hard to get,
A hunk, a stud a charmer a very good looking guy is the one I met,
He ran his fingers through by hair and so delicate was his touch,
Even with these tresses being my own I don’t care that much,
He washed by hair for quarter of an hour checking each time if the pressure was right,
All I wanted t do is to hug this Greek God with all my bloody might,
He held my curls against by nape and said how would you like a sweet little bob ,
The way he spoke and looked at me it could have melted any snob,
He soon introduced me to a person who would work on me , a little chinky gurl,
Oh My God, I don’t want to pay this premium for this, but not a abuse I could hurl,
I saw her inexperienced hands work on me, pulling every strand to her level of perfection
Rebonding was a process to straighten and all I felt pulling with a lack of affection,
As she finished she looked nervously at the outcome of all her hard work,
And he ramp walked to me and praised me trying not to smirk,
I knew it was a job badly done and quietly paid the damages with a heavy heart
He waved through the glass door with the most wonderful smile as I part,
I felt helpless and lost for I was enchanted by a beast,
For all I knew for a week, he would have a feast,
Two weeks later I saw a couple of grey strands and I new it was for a job that was not done right,
I wanted to kick him between his legs with all my might and ask him if the pressure was alright!!.
Really liked it. You r truly talented. Liked every line of it, minus the last line – kicking between the legs !! Wish that u keep on writing many more of this and keep on publishing.
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