Have you ever taken a close look at the whiskers on your greyhound's face? This week's poem celebrates the eccentricities of greyt whiskers :)
Whiskers
By Katie Gilstrap
The whiskers on your chinny chin,
Those fringes on your face,
Though random in their growth,
Are hardly ever out of place.
They wiggle when you lick your lips
And bobble when you chew.
They dangle from your dog mole
In impressive sets of two.
They make you look distinguished
And I think, without a doubt,
They add a touch of whimsy
To your greyt and gorgeous snout!
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