.
In the early seventies,
I had a semi-Afro hairstyle
and a shaggy beard.
.
I thought I looked like
the lead singer of Mungo Jerry,
but aspired to be Che Guevara.
.
These days, the beard is trimmed
and a semi-Afro hairstyle
would look silly
with the Sahara desert
running from north to south.
.
At the unisex hairdresser,
a young lady with a lisp,
nose ring and jasmine fragrance
asks me if I want a number one.
.
I tell her to aim for
two point seven five.
She chuckles and says
I remind her of her grandfather.
.
Even though it’s summertime,
she’s never heard of Mungo Jerry
and she thinks Che Guevara
is a Spanish chipolata.
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