Jimmy's had a hair cut! How the folks all stare. It's so short you see his skin Showing through his hair. 'T wasn't like he'd had before, Cut around a bowl; It was in that barber-store By the candy pole. Jimmy's had a hair cut! We was there to see, Peeking through the window-pane,— All the boys and me. He looked worried there alone, Trying hard to grin, On a kind of great big throne Wrapped up to his chin. Jimmy's had a hair cut! 'Course it scared him some. All those shears and cups and things Sort of struck him dumb. My, I wished that I was him Sitting there instead Looking like a cherubim, Showing just my head. Wish I'd had my hair cut By a shiney man, Telling grown-up jokes and such While his snippers ran. Jimmy's mother saved a curl,— She feels bad, I know, That he wasn't born a girl And could let them grow. Jimmy's had a hair cut,— My! It made him proud! Walking out, while all of us Followed in a crowd. He got pretty rich that day 'Fore he went to bed, Making every fellow pay Just to smell his head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE GOVERNOR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |