The Barber: A Poem
The ancient, honourable occupation
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The Barber
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
I shave on the upward stroke,
Listen lad, it is no joke,
If you want to fill this chair
With a lifetime’s derrieres:
Serve contented clientele,
Those who seek a salon’s smell,
And the soapy lather crave
On their cheeks, by far the fav
Of them that call before work,
Where they must forbe…