Poem: Haberdashing
The glove maker comes for your fingers first, then he returns for the palm.
He uses them in his designs, he’ll tell you he means no harm.
He’ll whisper that it will be painless, he’ll breathe deep and tell you it’s quick.
You’ll hopefully breathe deep also. Be sure not to leave him a tip.
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