She looks like a derelict
Down on her luck
When I with my scissors
Went crazy amuck

With eyes full of love
She gazes at me
Not knowing her looks
Would attract not a flea

She's saggy, she's craggy
She's quite a mess
With poor doggy looks
Only heaven could bless

If ever you see me
With scissors in hand
Spirit Missy away
and take a stand

For Missy, who has not
a whit of vanity
To make her aware
Of laughter and profanity

People shake their heads
I'm feeling blue
As they laughingly say
"What in the heck did you do"?

Author - Mae Whitney

Now I'd like you to meet the real "Missy".