The headless horseman’s hair was
getting scruffy ’round the ears.
He hadn’t had a decent cut
in over twenty years.
He’d heard about a barber
who was recommended by
another headless horseman,
so he thought him worth a try.
He tied his horse outside the shop
on Second Avenue,
went in and asked the barber
for a shave and a shampoo.
He said, “I’d like my hair cut short,
but leave some length in back.
I’ll need a dandruff treatment, too.
I’m fond of wearing black.”
The headless horseman thought a bit
before instructing him,
“And then if time allows it, sir,
my moustache needs a trim.”
He left there feeling confident
at quarter after one.
He turned and told the barber,
“I’ll be back here when you’re done.”
Text © Linda Knaus, reprinted from Dinner with Dracula, published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Mike and Carl Gordon. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.
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