SNIT-SNIT

I quietly stare
As you do my hair...
Making sure you do a good job
Cause I do highly care
But Please not a hair bob...

I'm not trying to be picky
But because I don't know you
As my new stylist, it can be tricky
By the time you're through...
You'll see if I'm still cool.

I prefer you talk
But don't take too long
No art like a Mohawk
Maybe it's exaggeration but it can get wrong
Stylist have no brakes they go on and on...

 I had said only the ends
Why does it appear like you're snipping more off???
You keep telling me about new trends
That doesn't interest me enough...
So could you stick to my preference for what I asked of???

As I see the scissors go snip snip, snit snit...
Makes me so weary nervous
In such reasons feeling like a guinea pig
That will look like anything but fabulous
Wishing I had another hairstylist...

Scissors nonstop go snit snit snips snips...
As I see her cut crazy
I had only said the tips
She is laughing like a looney daisy
If only her name was Nancy...

Snit snit... Snit snit...
As I patiently sit...
In this torture chair so black in dooms pit...
My mind speaking telling me:
Are you stupid?
Tell her to quit... Tell her that's it...         Prehaps you're a chicken or maybe a nitwit...ha!

She is going too far
 I start to yell... STOP IT STOP NOW!!!
All look even a man getting out of his car...
She is in shock not recognizing why or how...
Leaving all gaping and a whisper of
 "This is bloody wow"...
That's right I bravely threw my towel...
With strong words that gave it a pow...

She looks at me with such confusion
Hard believing that she wouldn't understand...
I stand with the cape that says Hair Illusion...
Made me see the mess in my hair I now am...
An illusion I dear not wanted.... Damn...