Benny’s Back Yard Barbershop

I wrote this poem because I’m due for a haircut next week, and I have reached that awkward stage where my hair feels just a little too long. It’s not quite wild enough to be a problem, but it’s long enough that I find myself looking forward to my appointment and wishing it would get here sooner. At the same time, summer has finally arrived. After months of cool, rainy weather, the idea of spending…