Pole Dancers At the Barbers?

Breeze in
Would you like a coffee?
Woooo
I came for a haircut
Milk and sugar?
No sugar
Fine
Hi Paul
Hi Derek
Here's you coffee
Eyes at level of bare midriff
Eyes down
Long wait
More coffee?
No, errrr
Is there a delay?
Why?
Errr, no reason
Come over here sir
Sorry?
COME OVER HERE SIR!
Oh, right
I'll put some conditioner on
It's very dry
Bare leg on my arm
Bare belly touching my chest
Can you reach?
Reach what?
Errrrrr, nothing
That's it
If you'd like to go over to Paul
Th, th, thanks
Who the hell is she?
Nice eh?
Nice?
Dangerous!
This place has changed since last time
Corr, it'll be pole dancers next!
That's not a bad idea sir………….

©2004 Hey Hey

Thanks for bringing me a smile!

Anytime!

So THIS is how it went when you went into town to get your hair cut, eh? Blimey!

You didn't tell me this part of it...

Everything turns into an adventure somehow for a poet, like my encounter with the uncompromising lens-lady; she wasn't attractive--not at all--just utterly intolerant of toilet paper (for use at one end, in any case).

I hope my furnace ever dries out so I can fire it up... my fingers are so cold they won't work right and I shall surely type badly this morning. Some EarthLink support person is supposed to call and help me with a little problem that has been driving me to distraction, and pretty soon... I feel stupid at times like that... I hope he/she can help, and that I don't seem utterly hopeless, and that my fingers will work.

I am making chai tea and hoping for the best... there's the kettle screaming now...

Wish me luck with the computer...

This really is a wonderfully descriptive and very funny poem; I can just imagine you there. Had I been there with you I would have teased you no end about this afterward and enjoyed it wickedly the while it was happening. You brought me a good smile too this cold morning.

You know, M came to meet me after my haircut and she said, "Oohh what a lovely girl", when she saw the new assistant. Corr blimey, she wouldn't have said that if she'd seen her hanging her tooch out all over the place earlier! And I just wanted to get out of the house for a breath of fresh air and a relax. I'll use the home trimmer from now on!

You really made a good poem out of a funny story, Hey Hey; the way the poem is written, it tells the story very effectively. It has narrative direction, and all of that! Very nicely done. I try to achieve this sort of thing in my sonnets, as you know.

As I have said before, it's much harder to write a really funny poem than a really tragic one. I suppose that's because there is so very much so very tragic all around us all the time, and it's the unusual achievement and out-of-the-ordinary poem which is able to save us from the existential dilemma for a moment of transcendence. Hence--I hope, I aspire toward--"transcendental" sonnets.

You have a healthy respect for humor, and you are good at it. I like that in a person, especially in a poet. Not easy to do, but very valuable and always appreciated. You do it with insight, as well; that's what makes it especially valuable: it isn't just an escapist laugh, but a KNOWING laugh, somehow, which creates a human connection: communication, shared experience.

Maybe my "Asses and Glasses" can brighten the world as a tiny spark in the dark, like this one of yours, after all; if we are able to do that, then we have done something worthwhile, have not written--nor lived--in vain.

Hear hear, Hey Hey.

Yes, your asses was hilarious, if you know what I mean! Actually I thought it was especially good. Yes, the fun stuff is harder, but when it works, it's great! Tea for two?

Yes, please; tea for me, then off to pee. I'm trying to stay warm with this extraordinarily diuretic chai tea... corr... it warms my carrot-stiff fingers to grasp the mug, but also interrupts my progress here with its return policy, so to speak...

I do hope my Windows issue is resolved now... I think it is. It is a leap of faith, of sorts, I suppose.

I will try to write something good today. I might not be able to get the furnace going yet--it might yet be too wet--but I will try to come up with something. Not too tragic, one hopes, induced by the chill!

Steven

Apples are good for you. Better than staring out of Windows into the cold. Since I've been driving with an Apple in front of me I've had no crashes.

Actually, I've just been through this post three times due to so many typos. I think my brain has just crashed again. M says I hace to go to bed urgebrtly. Bye

Good night then, my friend, and may you sleep...

"Sleep is a reconciling
A rest which peace begets
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at eve he sets?"

My barbershop experiences are not as rich. Nice poem. Hey Hey. By the way, your message box is full, blocking my sending you something.