A Winter Poem by Molly (with a little help from Wen)
When winter comes the temperatures fall.
(We Scotties love the snow and all).
But when it’s freezing, here’s the thing:
We sometimes suffer static cling.
Our lack of moisture and the cold
Can give us hairstyles that are bold.
When we roll on the couch or floor
Our spiky looks you can’t ignore.
To cure the static, here’s the gist:
Just spray us with a watery mist
Before you get into a rush
To work us over with a brush.
And then our goofy look that’s hairy
Will be merely temporary
And it’s just a minor thing
When we develop static cling.
