HAIRCUT-ONLY-AND-SURE-NO-VERY-
CLOSE-SHAVE-IT-IS-YOU-HEAR-ME-LOUD-LARRY?!
"Something for the weekend?"
asked the sharp-scissors guy
after he had cut my hair
and at me winked his eye.
His head lowered by mine,
I sat in the barber's chair.
His words were a whisper.
Reflected in the mirror there,
it was as if we were one
beneath the single sheet
that served as the cover
that caught my sheered fleece.
He was pointing to the Durex
that he sold. Then again,
"Something for the weekend?"
I replied "No my friend.
I've no need for Durex.
My lady's on the pill."
He gave me a withered-look.
Took my money to the till.
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