Dheera's Workshop of Whimsy

Hoshiyar hound was scary,

Hoshiyar hound had horrible jet black hair,

He looked like a cousin of the frightful Bhalu bear.

The terrified Hari horse galloped away,

Dodo donkey, choked on his bray,

The alarmed frog was swooped up by a hawk,

The other creatures froze and suspended small talk,

 This rejection made Hoshiyar heart broken,

 His sad hairy spirit just wouldn’t be woken.

He sat under a tree and tried to sing a song,

He tried to fathom why, things went wrong.

Seeta squirrel heard Hoshiyar’s baritone,

She twitched her tail and offered him a cone.

“Stay where you are,” she said, scuttling home,

She returned with hair brush, gel and setting foam.

Seeta tied Hoshiyar’s hair in rows,

And rows and rows, of colourful bows.

Around his neck she tied a scarf,

Which amused the doggie, made him laugh,

This punk hairdo, his change of face,

Lent Hoshiyar a certain grace.

He was applauded wherever he went,

He made heads turn, many torsos bent.

They liked his look, they shook his paw,

The poodles giggled and kissed his jaw.

Hoshiyar hugged Seeta, and opened a shop,

He is now a seller of soda pop.

Seeta is his partner, advisor and more,

No task for her is ever a chore,

And every night, at eight twenty two,

 Seeta refashions Hoshiyar’s hairdo!