Dead Hair a poem by Sean G. Kilkelly

I Never Knew My Dad To Have Much Hair,
So 'Twas Rare Him Sitting In A Barber's Chair.
This Story I Tell You Is True,
For When The Barber Said Your Next,
My Dad Looked A Bit Perplexed.
For A Customer Was Already Waiting,
But In Vain He Was,
For The Man Fell Into A Deep Sleep,
So Deep He Made Not A Peep,
Turns Out He Was Not In A Slumber,
But Was Ready To Be Buried,
Six Feet Under.