Little Rose

Stood shyly by the barber’s chair

While Mr. Fairclough trimmed the hair

Of Rose’s father, sitting there.

And as she stood, she slowly ate

A bar of creamy choco-late

Her favourite milky ‘Twinkle Bar’

Bought earlier, by dear Papa.

“Don’t stand so close” the barber frowned

As clippings tumbled all around

“‘Cos’ standing there, the chances are

You’ll get hairs on your chocolate bar!”

But little Rose, a shy young child

Just snuggled up to Pa and smiled

So Mr. Fairclough, in dismay

Continued cutting anyway.

And when he’d finished father’s head,

He turned to little Rose and said

“Have you got hairs on your ‘Twinkle’ then?”

“Not yet”, said Rose… “I’m only ten!!!”