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Friday, October 9, 2026

Grilled Mongolian at the Barber Shop - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

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Grilled Mongolian at the Barber Shop

 

An Overdue Haircut from Miss Tasha

 

While I was being shorn of excess hair

V: “Make me look like a young Robert Redford, please”

R: “We don’t do miracles here, Mr. Hall”

A lady enthroned a few chairs over

Mentioned the menu at The Mongolian Grill

“What the h*** is this?” she quoted herself

 

I thought I might ask if the plat du jour            

As served was a lightly grilled Mongolian

But Wednesday had already made that joke

About Girl Scout cookies and real Girl Scouts

 

So thoughts of topics carnivorous I let pass

And admired myself in Tasha’s looking-glass