The Ritual

Every couple months or so, he gets a certain look
 And asks me with those pleading eyes if I wouldn't please oblige...
 We do it in the living room, but first I pull the shades
 I carefully arrange my tools and check out all the blades
 He then removes his shirt and takes his place upon a chair
 I circle all around and run my fingers through his hair
 Sometimes something that I do will make him flinch a bit
 But even so, he always says a little pain is worth it
 See, some men pay to have this done, but I do it for free
 And to boot, while I do it he can watch TV
 I like to take my time and make sure that it comes out right
 But sometimes I'm less thorough if we start too late at night
 I do enjoy the process and the angle calculations
 Though sometimes I get backaches from the various positions
 Sometimes I'm reluctant cause I'm tired or just to busy,
 But then a guilty voice inside says "it's your wifely duty"
 But even I must confess sometimes I've just said "no"
 I've told him that I'm not his slave and sent him to a pro
 But every time that happens he comes home unsatisfied,
 He says they just rush through it, and they're not as good as I
 All in all, I can't complain about this natural act
 A haircut every other month is not a lot to ask