My Barber Poem by Ima Ryma

My barber to my question said,
When I asked for a good cut new,
Becuz it's on the same old head,
'No miracle that I can do.'
No shortcuts would my barber take
'I'm in a hurry, ' I would say.
Guess my barber wanted to make
The hair I had left turn to gray.
My barber asked if I did wear
Anything red around my neck.
I said no, that my neck was bare.
My barber cut on, 'What the heck! '

My barber says one word in groups.
It is a four letter word, 'Oops! '