Caleb could see his blond locks.
He looked a little chubby,
With the poof of his hair
Emphasizing the roundness of his cheeks.
He protested the haircut, didn’t sit still,
Wailed enough that hair got in his mouth.
He ended, covered with snippets,
Spitting.
But it had to be done and he looks
Happily more proportionate.
And I think he’ll be far cooler.
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