There was a young lassie named "Tess"...


Who's hair was always a mess,
Tangled and brambled,
like two eggs scrambled,
"I must get some help" she confessed.

Across town lived Phil the hairdresser,
Who's father was Joe the pants presser,
He took just one look
a poor Tess's tresses,
And vowed, at no charge, to impress her.

So pleased was the lady named Tess,
She gave him her phone and address,
Ere long they were wed,
just two in a bed,
She gave him a girl they named Bess!

Written by Charlie ~ age 84

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