You Can’t Judge A Bloke By Appearance

By Novid Shaid, May, 2010

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I’ll never forget, when my ears were still wet,

And I learned one of life’s painful lessons.

I won’t be surprised if you’ve learned this yourself

You can’t judge a bloke by appearance.

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It was when I was ten, when the days didn’t end,

I was having a really bad hair day.

My fringe: quite misshapen, my sideburns: forsaken,

So mum said: “Get a haircut and hairspray!”

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I entered soon after, the Italian barbers

Whose hair was considerably wavy.

He gave me a wink, and a curious blink

By habit; he was a little bit crazy.

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I sat with a gig, by a bloke with a wig

Just sitting there, minding my business.

When I glanced straight ahead at the barber’s mirror

The sight that I saw left me speechless.

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He sat there, a giant, an abominable tyrant,

With a scar on his face which made him look fiery.

His skin was as tough as the mail of a titan

And to top it off, he was glaring right at me!

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I panicked, dismayed, looking the other way,

This bloke sent me in a fit of tight shivers.

He looked like a butcher, or a serial killer

And I’m sure that he wanted my liver.

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Perhaps he would rob us, right after his haircut

Tie us up and never release us.

He’d break us in two, feed us to his wolves

I was trapped by this human tyrannosaurus.

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The terror entwined in my innocent mind,

When suddenly I came to my senses,

The barber had finished his last ever haircut

And above me towered my nemesis.

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I was stuck to my chair by his punishing stare

As he stood arching over the barber

He reached in his pocket; my heart was a rocket,

Any minute he’d brandish a chain-saw!

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I gripped onto my seat, accepting defeat,

Despairing, I was too young for mass murders.

When the barber just stood there and looked at this man-bear and said:

“Are you up for some snooker?”

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I thought that was queer, questioning my ears,

Has our barber turned totally barmy?

This man for his humour would torture a panda,

He replied: “Yer I’ll play; then we’ll order a curry!”

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My heart went berserk, like a surge of fireworks,

I realised he wasn’t a murderous zombie!

Not a man from the mountains or chainsaw wielder

He was one of the barber’s old cronnies!

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This man paid and left, giving me no eye contact,

And I just sat there feeling terribly stupid.

I misjudged his appearance out of sheer prejudice

And from then on, my world seemed to broaden.

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So I tell you in case, you see a strange face,

Which fills you with fear and suspicions

Just remember my tale, which ended in shame

You just can’t judge a bloke by appearance!

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About Novid Shaid

I am a Muslim writer and English teacher. I have written poetry, short stories, a play, and I am currently working on a novella. My subject matter and themes are related to Islam, Sufism, politics and also my job as a secondary school teacher. My work is copyrighted and any works published here may not used or copied without my prior consent. You can contact me via the "Contact Me" page, if you wish to use any these writings. I am keen to gain the notice of publishers and if any are interested in my writings, please contact me via the "Contact Me" page. Was salaam, Peace

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