To the coiffeur’s

One day to the coiffeur’s I did venture to do my hair,

Looked so grotesque, like that of the tail of a wayward mare

More like the bristles on the body of a grizzly bear.

That had escaped from a hunter’s diabolical snare.

The salon seemed to be manned by a celestially trained terrestrial pair,

“Do come in, yours is to say, ours to comply with meticulous care,”

“Good, so, pray do the needful, how much or how, I simply do not care,

As long as the persons I meet, do not at me with giggles stare.

“Beg spare us sometime, until we, for the beautifying operation prepare,

Till then, do peruse our brochure, with styles and graphics, for you to diligently compare,

Also enlightening on our very popular “Before and After” low cut fare,

Now for our specials, Rejoice dear Madam, for your hair the dawn of a glorious day.

A “Meduso Do” is lovely with slithering, wriggling water snakes on your nest like ‘Hisay’,

Then we have our ‘Yul Brynner Do’, shiny and smooth, lacquered to keep the flies away.

The ‘Porcupine Do’ quills aesthetically tinted, groomed stylishly backwards act times tranquil, Should an annoyer break tranquility, the quills go into action, to the annoyer a fat medical ill.

Also our facials

Helens pretty face did launch from troy, a thousand ships, on that historic day,

And our ‘Lanka Ethereal Facial’ will launch a thousand green eyed monsters from the jealous females of today.

We also have oils to lengthen the hair, longer than Thomas Hardy's unfortunate grace,

Who bequeathed her ankle long tresses, for a wig, to appease her landlady's lascivious nature.

Dyeing is also another specialty:

Marilyn Monroe did show musically that ‘Gentlemen prefer blonde's,

Alas a self inflicted injury for despondy plus plus and for interference in matrimonial bonds.

Red heads ravishing, brunettes fastidious those who know seem to say

Lastly we offer you sweet madam our own ‘Pancha Kalyani Do’, hip hip hooray,

The ‘do’ that adorned our lion race from annums far away, Coconut oil laced, groomed to perfection, with wig or without our dear old Konday,

That requires no mutilation of your nature given tresses, with pride we can say,

The very same, as the cute beauty worn by Curun Gurun in the immortal classic Kopikaday

‘Dos’ will come and ‘dos’ will go, but this is the do that will surely stay.

As the moonlit and starlit night follows the Sunlit Day.

Siripathy Jayamaha