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Coiffeur.

 While working in a Nursing Home,

As P.S.W.

I'd try my hand at anything,

To show what I could do.


At bath day, for the females,

Oft' times, when hair, washed,  was, 

The bather, she would set their hair,

Give resident, a buzz.


The bosses mother, there, did live,

A male to bathe, was 'NO',

Howe'er, the girl who'd set her hair,

That day was a 'no show'.


The worker, when the bath was done,

Forlorn, aft' bath, appeared,

I o'erheard her dilemma,

And so I volunteered.


Assured her that, of my dear mom, 

Man' times, had set her hair, 

And so, with her,  nothing to lose,

She sat upon the chair.


Family of the residents,

When visiting, that day,

Where tot'lly flabbergasted 

With my 'coiffeur' display.


A few hours later, when 'twas dry,

The hairpins, I removed,

And then I brushed and styled the hair,

She really did approve.


The NEXT week, usual girl was there,

Though aft' bath had been done, 

Brought out the hairpins, comb and brush,

Did not expect such fun.


"I want Colin to do my hair"

(She really was a fighter,)

"Colin??" workers' gasped response

"That's right, he does it tighter"








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