A HAIRDRESSER''S NIGHTMARE CLIENT

'Dulcie'  by  Tush

To have my hair trimmed, was always a miserable affair,
I felt they'd like to have cut my throat, not just my hair.
I didn't like, how they washed my locks, or the shampoo used,
I'd cough, snort, grimace, snarl, they were close to being abused.

But then one day I wondered, what was I torturing myself, about?
All I went through in the salon, was worse than any  hefty  clout!
I puzzled, night and day, how to be free of hair care forever,
I thought of going bald, I was now at the end of my tether..

My head is very sensitive, it doesn't like any form of touch,
Not hats, or scarves, or?  it's allergic to, all things, pretty much.
What to do? what to do? to be rid of all my misery and stress?
I did try to cut my own hair, it was definitely not a success.

One difficult day, when the hairdresser, cut my long earring in half,
My nerves went snap! and I laughed!and laughed! and laughed!!
They had to call an ambulance, I was hysterical, completely out of control,
They wheeled me out on a trolley, and requested a police patrol.

The laughter just kept on, it even began to grow worse,
As if that wasn't enough, I got hick-ups and began to shout and curse.
'Damn groomed hair, be damned to good looks, (lots of naughty words)

'Out Of It'  by  Trish  1994

Hair's a woman's, crowning glory? they can keep that for the birds!'.

Tushie

(The picture of 'Amazed' is that of another woman gone mad, over the 'State of her Hair'. We remained firm  friends for the rest of her long life, and neither of us  went near a salon, ever again, even though a hairdresser visited once a week, and had been doing so,(so Amazed told me) for twenty years.

Tushie