Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I came in a wreck,
Now I’m sharper than you.
My hair was a jungle, all frizzy and wild,
Kevin just grinned and said, “Sit down, my child.”
He whipped out his clippers, combed with some flair,
Then went to work like a pro with some hair.
The fade was so clean, the line-up so tight,
I left the whole shop feeling way too alright.
No mirror confusion, no barber regret —
Just the best cut I’ve gotten from anyone yet.
When your style’s in exile and you’re beggin’ for leavin’,
Trust in the touch of the legend — Kevin. 💈✂️