Day: Oct 10, 2018
One-Liner Wednesday.
Where there is no imagination there is no horror.
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Scary October 10
Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.
Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!
Today’s poem is a story
The Hairdresser
At the hairdressers, shampoo rinsing in the sink behind you, water drip drip drip.
Towel drying your tresses then combing out the knots slick slick
Time now for the magic scissor blades eating at your hair, clip clip clip.
Talk of last nights conquests, who was with who and did what dig dig dig dig.
Would you like a coffee, tea or water, coffee black no sugar, please sip sip sip .
Get the feathering done now, scissor blades flash hair falls snip snip snip snip
Oh! that’s my favourite song, oh yeah! it is just so good to dance to click click click.
Are you holidaying this year?on safari, my, me? not this year I can’t afford the trip trip trip.
The junior brings the coffee in her pretty flip flops painted toes go flip flip flip.
Spraying lacquer, styling mousse , firming gel and hot brush, hair goes flick flick flick.
A tease here, a lift there.Wow that looks good don’t ya think ! slick slick slick
Time to pay into your purse you dip zip zip ,zip
And a tip yes, another dip dip dip !
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cutting your souls
Men and women come in for styles outrageous as they dare dare dare.
Couples too come for his and hers styles and I do the pair pair pair.
They are always pleased and say my rates are fair fair fair.
They come to me once a month so I can cut their hair hair hair.
I make them beautiful so their friends will stare stare stare stare.
They say my styles are beautiful, amazing yes I have a flair flair flair.
They have no idea I am collecting their souls, they don’t care care care.
They get the unique styles they want, I get souls which I will not share share share share.
As I sweep up the cuttings from the floor, well they are spare spare spare.
I am never late, my job is my life and I live up the stairs stair stair stair.
This is my life cutting their souls for me it is like breathing air air air air ………………………..
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