A bad hair day, a bad hair do

I had a hair cut

It was A chilly Friday afternoon, I was getting bored

And as I assiduously underlined, a cup of coffee i poured

and i thought life as i knew it ,has become a bit too dull

let's sneak up a trick on it, break this interminable lull

so i decided to give myself a hair cut

and save myself a barbershop trip

and armed with the requisite weapons

i let them loose, snip snip snip

The trimmer it seemed, has a mind of its own

i tried hard to quell the revolt

but it snipped and snapped with gay abandon

like an imperious, nasty colt

Well the long and short of it was that

i was left standing among the debris

as my tresses lay strewn on the ground

scythed down, like my fashion hubris

I tried in vain to gain lost grounds

but the act, i found was fait accompli

and without further ado, my hubris gone

i beckoned for my texan hat, promptly

and so i stand, with a thatch of hair

that looks more like a roadkill

there couldnt be phrase more apt for it

than 'a shock of hair' on the rotund hill

Cheerio,

DJ