It’s time to get my hair cut,
I’m going with my dad,
For reasons which I’ll now explain,
it could end up all bad.
I style my hair all spiky,
To hide all of my curls,
But Dad says hair with products in, is only meant for girls.
He wants my hair cut shorter,
I want to keep it long.
A style on which we don’t agree is bound to turn out wrong.
I wonder if he’s jealous?
Of my hair, thick and black,
For hair that once grew on his head, instead grows on his back.
Dad says, “I am not worried,
I’ve still got some up there.
It’s just when I was growing up, I grew right through my hair.”
Which can’t explain the hair that’s on
his bottom, ears, and nose.
There’s even weird and straggly hairs that sprout out from his toes!
Just now, I found this photo,
Of when Dad was my age,
His hair was lank and hippy, he says it was, "The rage."
A photo taken later,
Shows dad wearing a wig,
Which looks just like a crazy bush. It’s wild, fuzzy and big.
Some people have bad hair days,
Hair trouble, and hair strife.
With Dad though, days are not enough. He’s in a bad hair life.
I told the nice hairdresser,
I want a cool hairdo,
And not one of my dad’s hair-don’ts, he doesn’t have a clue.
She made it look exciting,
Cut like a lion’s mane,
And best of all, in three months time, my dad won’t come again!
Text ©2013 Alex Craggs
Illustration ©2013 Mike Brownlow
I’m going with my dad,
For reasons which I’ll now explain,
it could end up all bad.
I style my hair all spiky,
To hide all of my curls,
But Dad says hair with products in, is only meant for girls.
He wants my hair cut shorter,
I want to keep it long.
A style on which we don’t agree is bound to turn out wrong.
I wonder if he’s jealous?
Of my hair, thick and black,
For hair that once grew on his head, instead grows on his back.
Dad says, “I am not worried,
I’ve still got some up there.
It’s just when I was growing up, I grew right through my hair.”
Which can’t explain the hair that’s on
his bottom, ears, and nose.
There’s even weird and straggly hairs that sprout out from his toes!
Just now, I found this photo,
Of when Dad was my age,
His hair was lank and hippy, he says it was, "The rage."
A photo taken later,
Shows dad wearing a wig,
Which looks just like a crazy bush. It’s wild, fuzzy and big.
Some people have bad hair days,
Hair trouble, and hair strife.
With Dad though, days are not enough. He’s in a bad hair life.
I told the nice hairdresser,
I want a cool hairdo,
And not one of my dad’s hair-don’ts, he doesn’t have a clue.
She made it look exciting,
Cut like a lion’s mane,
And best of all, in three months time, my dad won’t come again!
Text ©2013 Alex Craggs
Illustration ©2013 Mike Brownlow
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