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My entry in Dave Barry's poetry.com contest (this year's theme: mullets, this years tag: last names beginning with habte-"

The Fry Cook

by William Ribarnica Habte-Blake

Fry-cook, fry-cook burning plate
Of burger/fries in diner-late.
The thing upon which fall my eyes
Would ruin me for burger/fries.

So, in what barber shop of hell
Did they cut your hair so …well?
And from what deep unholy source
Was set your hair upon this course?

And this terror, this dread cut,
Leaves an aching in my gut
And tho’ mankind has tried to cull it
Still it lingers on, the mullet

When done, did barber drop his shears?
Did he shed hot salty tears?
And shout, in fear of what he’d brought
to life, “Dear God, what have I wrought?”


William Ribarnica Habte-Blake

(apologies to William Blake and the Tyger)