Haircut.

I've been to have a haircut,
In our local spa,
They're trying to impress us,
But hair and beauty don't go that far.

I sat down in the chair,
Kissed my locks goodbye.
Ginger- tinted curls
That fell down by my side.

Just the ends off, please,
I asked, for that was what I planned,
Then two ladies approached me,
Scissors right to hand...

They attacked me with the shower,
Made my curls fall wet and limp,
And then, 'Help me brush her hair!'
Said the lady with the crimp...

Then came the chopping off,
Hair flying all directions.
The floor and walls littered with my curls,
A disgust, in my perception.

I closed my eyes from then on,
Till they both did say 'ta-da!'
I paid and bit my lip and left
Then rushed off in my car...

At home I stared into the mirror,
My hair as short as can be.
It's alright I suppose, but I look like
The first- year Hermione.