Brushing poetry.

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The mom said, Darwin needs to be brushed.
The girl got on her bathing suit and I was crushed.
I thought for sure the brushing would end in a bath.
There was no water, so they were saved from my wrath!

Whatever. You know there is no wrath in me.
If I saw the water I just might try to flee.
Who am I kidding, I couldn’t do that to the girl.
I’ll get wet and sacrifice myself to protect every curl.

One thought on “Brushing poetry.

  1. Darwin, tell mom, dad, and the girl to try buckets of warm/bath temperature water. It does the trick for Maximus and Nyla. Hopefully one day soon you’ll get to meet them:-)

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