An Oath Of Allegiance To My Enchanted Barber

By Clarence Napier

My barber was cursed by a witch
For swearing on the bus,
And now, every time my barber gives me a haircut,
My father’s head grows smaller in a painful fashion.
His scream of agony increases in pitch
As his head shrinks every time.
My father has begged me to see a different barber,
But I will never do this. My cursed barber is glorious,
And he has a shirt with my entire DNA sequence on it,
Which he wears while he cuts my hair!
My father’s head is the size of an elevator button now,
And it looks horrific on his full-sized adult body.

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