A Snip-Clip Trip to Joe’s Barbershop
By: Bill Kirk
“It’s time for a haircut.” 
That’s what my Dad said.
“It’s time for the barber
To clean up your head.”
“Your ears are all covered;
We can’t see your eyes.
Your hair sure grows fast
For someone your size.”
“We’ll go to Joe’s place;
His haircuts are fun.
He’ll give you a prize
When your haircut is done.”
We walked to Joe’s Barbershop,
Just down the street.
I waited my turn,
Then I climbed on the seat.
“Just lower his ears.”
Did I hear my Dad right?
Would my ears be removed?
Would they be out of sight?
“What does that mean, Dad?”
I asked with a frown.
“Will my ears be O.K?
Will they be farther down?”
“Don’t worry, my son,”
Dad said with a smile.
“Joe’s been a good barber
For quite a long while.”
Joe started his work
With scissors and comb.
I wished he would hurry
So we could go home.
But before I could ask him,
“Is this going to hurt?”
Hair flew down the cape
That covered my shirt.
With clippers and snippers
Joe tickled my ears.
And when he was finished,
I shouted, “Three cheers!”
At last it was over,
And Joe was all through.
I looked in the mirror
To check out my “do.”
As I hopped to the floor,
Joe opened a box.
It was time for my prize
After losing my locks.
I picked a small plane—-
I knew it would fly.
Then we gave Joe a wave
As he called out, “Good-bye.”
After finding my ears
And both of my eyes,
I guess it was worth it
To get such a prize.
But if you ask me,
Instead of all that,
I’d let my hair grow
And just wear a hat.
~The End~
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Illustration Copyright © 2009 Kevin Scott Collier
Copyright © 2009 by Bill Kirk