THE SALUTARY TAIL OF FAISAL THE TURKISH NOSE BARBER
Faisal was a barber
He worked at Turkish Joe's
He'd snip off your unwanted hair
From places where it growed
He was the Yorkshire Champion
He specialised in “Nose”.
He beat the best in Barnsley
And Gary Grant from Goole
And Scissors Spike from Heckmondwike
Whose towels were judged too cool
Then Razor Ron from Rotherham
Reputed to be cruel.
His prize was no gold medal
Presented on that day
Nor a wreath of laurel leaves
That on his pate would lay;
But coveted far more than these -
The Todmorden toupee.
That victory was sweet upon
Our hero Faisal's lips
“I'll thraipse the bloody lot of 'em!”
The Turkish Tyke now quips
And headed off for Bolton
For the National Championships.
Where he would meet his rival
Who'd won Le Grand Nez d'Or
Old Ned the Neb from Bury
Which stuck in Faisal's craw;
Ned was bookies' favourite
While Faisal's 6/4.
So Faisal sought an edge that day
To help upset the odds
He prayed to Shiv the Shaver
The Barber to the Gods,
Who, in return for Faisal's soul
Lends his nasal rods.
Rods that cleared the passages
Of countless Gods before
Jehovah, Allah, Buddha, Zeus
He'd rid them of their snore;
Their nostrils bald as babies' bums
Protruding hair no more.
Ned the Neb was first to play
And stirred his sticky sauce
He lathered up his cotton buds
Then rammed them in with force
“I'm glad it's free” his client said -
He'd nostrils like a horse.
Ned waited the 5 minutes
The curing process needs
Then pulled his cotton buds right out
The customer's snoz bleeds
Ned shows his hairy harvest
Like dandelion seeds.
The crowd applauds in uproar but
The judges make them wait;
As silence settles all around
A judge chalks on the slate -
A new world record for the Lank!
They score him 9.8.
But Faisal's not downhearted
He knows he has his edge
“Top that yer Yorkshire bleeder!”
Shouts Ned's coach Cutthroat Reg;
But Faisal simply eyes his task -
Two nose 'oles sprouting hedge.
He smiles in his self-confidence
And stirs his cotton buds
The nasal rods of Shaver Shiv
Divine and holy goods
The wodge of unguent on each
The size of maincrop spuds.
But Faisal's overplayed his hand
As cheats quite often do
For Faisal's soon to find himself
In something of a stew;
He's desecrated Shiv's two rods
And used Gorilla Glue.
The bloody things he cannot budge
Cemented in their flue
He kneels upon his client's chest
The crowd begins to boo
But finally with one huge yank
He pulls his cock clean through.
John Coopey
Wed 13th Nov 2024 17:16
Many thanks for your kind words, Stephens. The up-the-nose treatment is quite an eye opener.
Redbrick, Larisa and Tobari - thanks for the Likes.