molly the dog

Once she was hairless

Trimmed it away

She didn't like it

The behavioural patterns displayed

The hair grew back

She felt she had her colours flow

The princess in the breed

If only she could talk

The colours of her life

Molly lapped it up

The fine grooming

The stand out parade

Now she becomes Molly Cyrus

Trimmed it down nothing to bark

She will feel gloomy for months

Until the day she gets back her hair

Now she feels she wants to hide

Under the table away from the staring eyes

She may look neat overall in shape

She wants to be the hippie hippie life