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My Sister Found Some Scissors
This poem was inspired by some real-life hair-raising moments in my family. When my daughter was about six years old, she decided, without warning, to cut her own hair one morning before school. Let’s just say the results were… not great. I had to do a quick fix before we dashed out the door. Then, years later, when she was a teenager, she offered to cut her older brother’s hair. That one didn’t go so well either. And, once again, I was the emergency barber. Fortunately, she never tried to cut her parents hair or give the pets a trim. But these memories made me think: what if a kid just couldn’t stop giving haircuts? This is…
My Sister Found Some Scissors
My sister found some scissors.
She climbed up on a chair.
She stood before the mirror
and snipped off all her hair.
She thought it was exciting,
and so, when she was through,
she gave the dog a haircut.
She gave the cat one too.
I even let her cut mine.
She didn’t do too bad.
But when our parents found out,
my goodness, they were mad.
She tried to be a barber.
Now she’s in trouble deep.
She practiced on our parents
while they were both asleep.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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By Kenn NesbittThis poem was inspired by some real-life hair-raising moments in my family. When my daughter was about six years old, she decided, without warning, to cut her own hair one morning before school. Let’s just say the results were… not great. I had to do a quick fix before we dashed out the door. Then, years later, when she was a teenager, she offered to cut her older brother’s hair. That one didn’t go so well either. And, once again, I was the emergency barber. Fortunately, she never tried to cut her parents hair or give the pets a trim. But these memories made me think: what if a kid just couldn’t stop giving haircuts? This is…
My Sister Found Some Scissors
My sister found some scissors.
She climbed up on a chair.
She stood before the mirror
and snipped off all her hair.
She thought it was exciting,
and so, when she was through,
she gave the dog a haircut.
She gave the cat one too.
I even let her cut mine.
She didn’t do too bad.
But when our parents found out,
my goodness, they were mad.
She tried to be a barber.
Now she’s in trouble deep.
She practiced on our parents
while they were both asleep.
— Kenn Nesbitt