• wendyzc


A groomers poem Our tables are empty Our salon is bare Our scissors are longing To once again cut fur Our clippers are standing On the shelf all alone Our towels are folded All dry as a bone Our dryers are poised Ready for action Waiting for their moment To create an attraction Our brushes are hidden Away In their drawers They carnt wait to come out To work some more Your dogs look a mess Their hair is still growing But little do we mind Just to see them we Will be glowing Carnt wait to be back To clip clip away To make dogs beautiful And forget these days We miss our "dogs" And their humans too Be gone of this virus We carnt wait to see u!

5 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

I am happy to update that I will be returning to work on 11th May by following updated rules on social distancing and operating safely for both myself and client.