So Very Naughty
Hello, dear friend, my name is Fred. The voice you hear is in my head, and today I tell a tale of dread and how I've been...
Naughty.
It started when I was a little boy, the joy I had to be a boy, I was so very precious, but also very...
Naughty...
As a boy, I had a friend, and this friend was named Marrie Anne and every day we'd walk hand in hand. That is, until the day I was naughty...
Her hair, so lovely in the air, it wafted to and fro, and grab her by the hair did I, and sang a wond'rous row, spun in circles did we until the hair came loose, and as she sat at my feet I knew this was no ruse. She sprang upon me, then, and when I came to, I knew...
I had been naughty.
The hair, the hair was everywhere, and I enjoyed to see it, though when I came into my self, I certainly did try, for everywhere I saw the hair with ever watchful eye, and whenever I saw too much hair I knew that I would be... Naughty.
Through trial and error, I did go, inside my head you hear, I came to the conclusion upon my notes of all that I could rear, and when I passed that plastic test I shouldn't have said sorry, for you see a barber I'll be, and as a barber I would be...
So very naughty.
Day by day I worked, and day by day I toiled, to rid them of their disease, upon scalp, head, or boil, remove it all I must have said, said to myself inside my head, for when I took a step back, I realized...
I saw it all before my eyes, the crimson red of all the dye I'd come to make upon the head of a customer, so very dead, and 'pon his face I could tell that a grin needed to be placed, I forced that smile with my own hand, before I noticed... That was naughty.
With that same grin upon my face, I did go about running the place, my own little shop in the town square... A place where I could cut that hair, that pesky hair, the hairy hair, from tip of head to derriere, I must remove all of that hair and the skin underneath, for you see without proper care there would be no way to keep that hair from coming out from under there, but it was all so dreadfully naughty.
Toiled away did I, in the day and in the night, I brought my own visage of calm and caring, ever doughty, for in my mind I would go and work it out all on my own that without me there would be this disease, so very spotty, so upon the bench I would sit them and when I was done, they'd be bald as a newborn kitten...
But that was when I would be naughty.
Grew and grew, the pit did sink behind the shop, beneath the sink, floorboards began to creak and music played over the shrieks, nobody could know of this disease I sought to cure upon the breeze they'd never discover just how much I knew I'd been...
Very naughty.
One fine day she insisted her splendid mop must be removed, I came about my senses, for she was awfully pretty. And to her head I placed my razor, all I need do was shave her, to cure her of this problem and leave her ever haughty. The jealously of all the town, would she be when that crown was cleared of it's problematic flop of tangled wool, that mess, that mess, upon the dress did it go, and when all was said and done her bald head gleamed like the sun and then she broke out in a run, but Fred wasn't quite done, for you see, Fred, that's me, and I still hadn't had the chance to be...
So very naughty.
In two day's time, they'd learned my crime and away in shackles I rode, so why are you hearing this now, comfortable in that abode? My dearest love, it's because you need to be cured, in my time I'll find your home and deliver to the one whom endured, for you see, I will always have the need to be... Naughty.