Beauty Shop Poems - Poems about Beauty Shop

gumball machine is huge at beauty shop A trick to entice kids inside Letting them think it will be fun I know better I have been here two hours And they have not started on me yet...Read the rest...

we trim their hair, necks, noses, and mustaches too They come on Saturday morning, when the mail is due we hear their stories, they gossip about their farms and such we like our regulars, and we hear so...Read the rest...

Two toddler toys without pieces and a gumball machine. Not kid friendly in this beauty shop at all. I look swiftly around. Most of the patrons are older than I am. And I am old. I am always amazed...Read the rest...

Women at the beauty parlor wear tin foil on their heads. It makes them look like aliens from the TV shows of the 50’s In a contest for space woman of the day They wear fleece pajama pants...Read the rest...

Everybody and their cousin wants their haircut today. The sign is in the window as usual – stylist needed. Great opportunity. Apply within. It should say ten stylists needed. Many empty stations. Not sure what is happening here. The usual cutters...Read the rest...

What if the strange woman walks in here and slaps me? I am sitting in the beauty shop, being crazy. We have never met. She is walking in now, directly in front of me. Less than eight feet away. What...Read the rest...

There is something I notice about women That has me quite amuse And the more I think about it I am becoming more and more confuse While walking down the street yesterday In front a beauty saloon I stop And when...Read the rest...

He observed the no smoking sign as he puffed his Newport on the subway platform on his way downtown to the bank still buzzin' from the cheap wine and malt liquor he drank, as a...Read the rest...