Marching into the saloon, I have a hair cut

As I want to look neat and smart

The weather is too hot

It’s wiser to keep hair short

I have my hair trimmed

But I did not see any fringe

Male hairdresser, with voice feminine

“Fringe don’t suit you, trust me”

I did not perm hair for years 

as I dislike my hair to have curl

Though I love to eat cauliflower

Broccoli, to go with egg instant noodles

Though I am not young any further 

But I don’t look old, thanks to my mother

After the cut, I look another 10 years younger

Instead of woman, I become an old girl

I keep hair straight as usual

Straight hair is more manageable

Need not apply sculpting lotion or mousse

Yet when comb, I find it so smooth

During those days when I had long hair

I always dropped them though I did haircare

Probably due to hormones deficiency

Or I should take more vitamins

I have many disappointment in my life

Many problems occupy my mind

It’s a miracle, till now I still survive

After the cut, I feel fresh and again I’m alive

Though my hair not very thick

10,000 strands to the ground and he quickly sweeps

But instead of throwing, inside a bag he keeps

Guess he keeps them to make himself a wig

A pair of scissors can do so much

Zig Zag, Zig Zag, that feminine man cut

Cut away my anxiety, worries, but sure bring me luck

As from today, I shall have a brand new start

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