Night time falls upon us
Me and my fury little pet
I cart her off to bed with me
I get very little fret
We cuddle-up and go to sleep
Hazel Louise is sweet as sugar
It’s later in the night
She turns into a booger
She stirs herself awake
Maybe she had a scratch
She saunters into the kitchen
to do a little lickin’
Black hairs upon the counter
Point to her demise
To leave that kind of evidence
Surely was unwise
Grammy would completely shudder
She would not think it fine
She would be furious to find
Teeth Marks in the Butter
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This is a wonderful and fun poem.
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Little stinker.