Everyday when I get home,
It's nothing but "Dad may I borrow your phone?"
So today I said when I gave E a ride,
"Not until we make three poems and put 'em aside."
Here's poem number three for your reading pleasure,
I'll let you decide if it is trash or a treasure:
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"Haircuts, haircuts, haircuts for sale!"
But they're so expensive your face will go pale.
If you look at that sign over there
It says that it costs $50 PER HAIR!
I think I'm better off going to some other place
Where it's less expensive and my heart won't race…
