Jack's Sticky Situation: A Hair-Raising Tale
A funny poem with a twist and suspense about a hair gel mishap
There was a man named Jack
Who wanted his hair slicked back
So he bought some hair gel
And thought it would work swell
He squeezed some in his hand
And rubbed it all over his strand
But little did he know
That he used glue instead of the gel, oh no!
He went out into the street
With his hair looking oh so neat
But as he walked down the lane
People stared at him, with a look of disdain
His hair stuck to his head
Like glue to a piece of bread
He tried to pull it out
But it wouldn't budge, no doubt
He ran to the store in a dash
And bought some solvent with cash
He rubbed it all over his hair
And finally, it began to flare
He looked in the mirror and sighed
His hair was now on the other side
He had used the wrong product, it seemed
And his hair would never be the same again, it beamed.
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