Beauty Parlor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a fictional poem.

Submitted: June 21, 2013

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Submitted: June 21, 2013

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I own a beauty parlor but I always get things wrong.
Last week I left a lady under the dryer far too long.
She was under the dryer for hours and it fried her brain.
They put her in a funny farm because I drove her insane.
When I dyed a woman's hair, it turned green.
I soon met her family and they are mean.
They made me eat shaving cream and it made me vomit.
Then they grabbed my underwear and gave me  wedgie that was atomic.
They kicked my scrawny ass and broke my fingers so that I couldn't call the cops.
I think you'll agree that the time has come for me to sell my shop.


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