I Went to the Barber

I went to the barber.
He cut off my hair,
which would have been great,
but he didn't stop there.

He slipped with his scissors.
He snipped with his shears,
and cut off my eyebrows
and both of my ears.

I jumped in my seat
causing several more slips;
he cut off my nose
and my cheeks and my lips.

With one final slip-up
he cut off my head,
and that is the reason
I ended up dead.

So kids, if your dad tells you,
"You need a trim,"
just pull out this poem
and show it to him.

As soon as he reads this,
I'm willing to bet,
that that's the last haircut
that you'll ever get.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2008 Kenn Nesbitt
All Rights Reserved

Comments

	On Jul 21, 2008 chamu from india wrote: i think it is rit hey i lovwd this poem
	On Jul 15, 2008 riobin from 33lab33 wrote: i think this poem is not much funny but it will be good. for me. hehe
	On Jul 14, 2008 Joshua from U.S.A. wrote: This poem was very disturbing I did not like this at all
	On Jul 11, 2008 III from III wrote: I did not like this one at all sorry
	On Jul 9, 2008 zack from australia wrote: thats funny >8Þ

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