the barber

From time to time

When the moon is just right

Full

Bright

With a bone-chilling fright

A dream comes sneakily in the night

Creeping behind my eyes

You are there, too

Yes, you, with the hair

Don't worry

No, don't be scared

It's over in just a flash

First is the ash

There's the creak

Then the slash

A tip-toe around

Markings on the ground

Wait... what's that sound?

Knock

Knock

Who's there?

A barber, a barber with a chair

Sit, sit

Snip, snip, snip

A loud grinding of the gears

Then he packs away the shears

A quick dusting of the shoulders

and finally it's over

Check the mirror

This, I dare

Were you attached to your hair?

I'm sorry for your loss, my friend

The nightmare is coming to an end

This one will be hard to mend

You'll see

You're a clown with a frown

Your ears are upside down

Your nose is facing wrong-side-up

Are those nose hairs or a shrub?

Suddenly, a crowd is laughing at your face

You are labeled a disgrace

The door opens, and he's gone

Can you get that?

It's your alarm