I Cut My Own Hair [Poem]

My hair eventually got too long
When I saw it, it looked all wrong

Then I had an idea that I thought was bright
“I’ll cut my own hair. That’s a good idea, right?”

So, I went and fetched my tiny purple scissors
And situated myself in between my two mirrors

Then I began to cut large chunks, trim, and clip
All the while hoping I didn’t fumble or trip

I trimmed in the back and trimmed on the sides
I was extra careful with the hair above my eyes

After it was done, all I could do was stand and stare
You may be tempted but don’t cut your own hair.