(excerpt)

There is a dog

that you might meet

in the country,

on the street.

Her coat can simply

not be beat.

No other canine

can compete.

Call it fur, call it hair.

Folks who see her

stop and stare.

She does not molt,

she does not shed.

She does not care

what is on her head…

Poodle coming,

Poodle going.

Poodle’s curly hair

is growing.