It is my face, I like it that way
A dresser in one hand, and a sniper in the other,
My man, Barber, swears to change it for the better.
With the smile befitting a King and the twang of his snipe, he marches ahead.
I close my eyes; I won’t take a new face!
Can, now, feel tufts of hair rolling down, and more, by the twang;
I shut my eyes even tighter; I despise this man.
His fingers are now felt everywhere;
And the snaps increase by the minute.
Why doesn’t he understand? Why won’t he stop?
He’s still plucking away and won’t go away.
What do I do? I love my face and want it that way!
My man won’t stop, and soon I will be bald
And I’ll wake up to a face I never knew!
New face or nice face, I just want my own old face;
I can’t bear this any longer, I flood open my sight
My man is finished and smiling; and I –
Still can see my own face – younger, smarter and charming!
Thanks to my man, my face is now glittering better
I told you, I just love this man!

Very nice, so detailed I felt like I was getting a new "do" too.

Do I get a tip for your virtual "do"?
Thanks!

Sure you get a tip....Keep on writing and making us smile...

Cute write! Or is that a Cutting write?

Haa Haa! Thanks!