Oops! Said the Barber.

Alright, alright, alright... So with my thinking about Barbers the past little while, I decided to sit down and write a story about a Barber and a dissatisfied costumer.

The poem is all over the place (meaning it has no specific rhyme scheme or meter). I wrote it on a whim and it was simply written to make the reader laugh, however messy the set up may be.

Oops! Said the Barber.

"Oops!" Said the Barber...

Then the customer cried...

"You've cut it too short!"

He said right away,

Going on to contort,

What a mess! Disarray!

Anyway, the Barber then spoke...

"Hey Mr. Grouch! To you I convey,

I haven't betrayed,

Not at all I do say!

You sit here and whine, while me you survey,

When I haven't an ill trait of mine to display!

I've put up with you, to this very day,

Never once leading astray,

But now I give way!

You're downright rude, so please don't stay,

Leave here, begone, right now, okay?"

The man replied...

"If I may, I have many friends,

And it may seem cliche,

But I'll name all of them!

There's Ray, Clay, Bray,

May, Kay, Shay,

Jay, Renee, McVey,

Hongwei, Jaquay, and O'shea.

I apologize for the delay, Mr. Barber,

But in the USA,

If you make my hair stray,

Which cannot be sprayed,

So it will not stay,

But instead sway,

YOU, I do not have to pay!

So I MAY disobey, got it jose?

So the man left, to buy a toupee.