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Lockdown Hair

I’m fed up now, believe you me,

it’s getting so I cannot see;

it seems to grow at such a speed,

my shaggy lockdown hair.

 

I know we have to isolate,

and though I squint to compensate,

a barber’s what I really need

to cut my lockdown hair.

 

It’s grown so long it’s in my eyes

and in the slightest wind it flies,

yet though I try to pay no heed;

I hate my lockdown hair.

 

So that’s it now, I’ve had enough,

I’m fed up looking like a scruff.

Let kitchen scissors intercede

to butcher lockdown hair.

◄ Bill the Bard

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Comments

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 27th Mar 2021 17:23

Trevor, I feel your pain. I hope the DIY approach worked.

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John Coopey

Wed 24th Mar 2021 09:45

It’s the stuff that erupts from my nose and ears that bothers me.

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