Hair Trim

HAIR TRIM Yes, there was much giggling and pretended screams of fright at zombie-dad pursuit Now Helen’s a grown young woman and I don’t chase her round the garden fruit Trees. The years have added to her grace, but subtracted from mine evidently So we simply sit and have conversations of this or that and we laugh gently At events which amused us both in years gone past, long disappeared days. My daughter has the same droll way with ideas and zany turn of phrase Nowadays she’s what they would call a natural born lateral thinker But when she was four, what I called a natural born lateral stinker Just before we’d pretend to cut her hair with the hedge shears While all her friends watched, with eyes wide with fears And she’d pretend to be extremely vexed And then I'd yell out loud “Ok, who’s next?” Then shrieking and giggling they all ran Away from the zombie man Who cut children’s hair Daily over there In the garden Of Helen.