A nostalgic poem about a familiar ritual of the barber's shop. For those innocents abroad, the question "Something for the weekend, Sir" was an invitation to purchase prophylactics.
Funny Poems about Life and Death
Funny Poems about Life
On my last visit to the hair dresser
I was asked “Something for the weekend sir”?
Well I was taken aback without a doubt
I replied “Do you have any tiling grout”?
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