Viola hair salon logo

Family and school both urge a trim,
When hair and mustache start to droop.
At ancient Viola salon, on a whim,
They’ve styled folks’ hair for sixty years, this group.

No wonder tourists from all lands arrive
To get their hair done in famed Ufa town!
An unstyled head’s like verse that can’t survive,
Where poets fail to make their rhymes renown.

But our designer’s of a different sort,
Working like clockwork, never missing beats.
A blond logo he boldly does report,
Where bangs and mustache in a crossroads meet!