I had to get a haircut.
It was looking much too long.
I let my sister cut it.
I mean, what could she do wrong?
She clipped some bald spots here and there.
She whacked the sides a little.
And then she shaved a three-inch stripe
directly down the middle.
She chopped some sections super short,
left others long and wild,
then shaved one eyebrow off before
she looked at me and smiled.
I don’t think that I’ll let her
give me haircuts anymore.
Or maybe I’ll just wait a while;
at least until she’s four.
— Kenn Nesbitt