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Tiny Tim - the Little, Little Barber


My Friend I got a story
It's a hooter let me say
Just had me an experience
"A really Bad Hair Day"

My handle in the old home town
was Beautiful Bob - "The Hair"
Flowing locks that felt like silk
and I treated them with care

Stroll I did to the Barber shop
to get a wash and trim
I got assigned a barber
Whose name was "Tiny Tim"

I sat down with a smile
Happiness filled my heart
All was seemingly perfect
Till "Tiny" got his start

He had to step on tip-toes
to reach my head of hair
Clippin' up and clippin' down
I looked - my head was bare

Now you've heard my story
I've told you every bit
That is why you see me
In a hat that doesn't fit

Mr. Doug
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  • Sue Cardwell gold member
    January 15, 2008

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    Congratulations on a well deserved bronze. Jeff has already spoken on my behalf, but I felt I should add a few words...Sue


  • Legend silver member
    January 15, 2008

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    This was one of those poems that one wanted to go on and on A very enjoyable read Thank you and congratulations on your bronze award


  • cricketjeff gold member
    January 15, 2008
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    Thank-you and congratulations, excellent poem and a well deserved prize. We hope to see you in the later rounds, all prize-winners are scoring points in the race to be crowned "Best Rhyming Poet on AP and thus the world!"
    Thanks again for entering and supporting our rhyming extravaganza
    Jeff and Sue

  • cricketjeff gold member
    January 15, 2008
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    Nice old fashioned funny poem! Terrific to see a new competitor at this late stage, and sorry you had to lose your hair to get a prize

    Your poem was really a hoot
    But now you're as bald as a coot
    So just stay in bed
    And hide your bare head
    And give the short barber the boot!