Hanger

He fumbled and fussed
compulsively cussed
his matted down mane was mightily mussed,
he fought not to fold
or cave to the cold
that made his assistant much harder to hold
and leaned to the left
so baldly bereft
of any dexterity making him deft
that with a great wheeze
he sank to his knees
and called up a locksmith to bust out his keys.