Vibrant Village ™

The first cut is the deepest

My Dad was pre-the '50s - a formal type of guy
He always wore white shirts - certainly with a tie
I often used to watch him - at his morning shave
Quite a strange procedure - made him look so brave

With an old straight razor - the sharpest I had seen
A shaving mug and brush - for lather quite pristine
On every single morning - he shaved at a scary speed
I had to hold my breath - 'twas most frightening indeed

What happens if he coughed - or had a sudden sneeze
I would shut my eyes - and grab my head and squeeze
When he whipped that razor - across his neck and more
I worried I'd find his head - down rolling on the floor....

--C.G. Mack