This poem is Hair Cut Time. It is actually a bit old history. They raised the price and I bought an electric razor with five rotating heads and do it every morning.
Over the years I’ve shaved my face
Not to do would be disgrace
But now a beard upon my chin
That sometimes wants to hide a grin
Yet other body parts I shave
Not with a razor not so brave
Electric way to buzz my head
So bald I go about instead
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