Whatever has happened to my hairdresser?
She has got herself locked and down, bless her.
So, I am starting to display a hairy mane
And it is not something I wish to explain.
I am also obliged to give myself a furtive snip,
though one can always rumble an unprofessional clip.
Perhaps best left well alone, hoping wind leaves undisturbed
a coiffeur already hirsute and borderline absurd.