Believe or not, Piggies & Pals, today is BAD POETRY DAY! 🐹 💛 💛 💛 🤪 🤪 🤪 ✍️ ✍️ ✍️ 🥕
So here's some ...
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Ode to a Guinea Pig 🐹
Oh guinea pig, oh guinea pig,
You are neither guinea nor very big.
You sit in hay and eat a leaf,
Then ask for more in disbelief.
WHEEK WHEEK WHEEK, you loudly say,
Although you’ve eaten twelve times today.
A pepper here, a carrot there,
A piece of lettuce in your hair.
Your shape is round.
You’re near the ground.
You make a sound.
I found a pound.
Of poop.
You have no tail, which seems quite strange,
But frankly, tails are overranged.
I mean overrated.
This poem is bad.
As previously stated.
You tip your dish upon the floor,
Then wheek because there isn’t more.
I fill it up. You tip it out.
I’m beginning to see what life is all about ...
Oh guinea pig, potato with feet,
Your primary purpose is just to eat.
You wheek.
You poop.
You nap.
Repeat.
THE END
(It probably should have ended sooner.) 🤪
Wheek! Wheek!