Cutting her hair, at one time, would make her cry. It was such a horrible experience
Utter fear would grip her upon sitting in the chair knowing she was at the mercy of the hairdresser
Red hair ringlets defined the core of who she was and were her pride and joy, so she was so particular
Letting the electric razor zoom across her scalp, she smiled.
Suck it, cancer! She would grow back stronger.
So many annoyances buzzing all around.
Why are they picking on me?
All I want to do is swat at these bothersome gits
Releasing me to get on with my life
Maybe if I bought one of those electric zappers
Fuzzy electric guitar warmed his ears
Under which the bass line pushed him forward
Navigating the strong drum beat
Knocking out the depression he had been feeling all day
He couldn’t imagine being colder in that moment
Even though the flames were quite toasty
All he had wanted to do was turn the temperature up a bit
Too bad the electric heater started the house fire
The electric fence called to the two fraternity brothers
It was the ultimate way to cap a night of bad beer
Now they pulled out their hardware and dared the other to go first
Knowing that in the end they would have to do it together
Looking at the fence before closing their eyes, they counted to three and let loose
Eventually they both realized the fence was not charged. Shocking!