Guinea Pig Poems - Poems about Guinea Pig

Soft fur, gentle squeak Curled up in a cozy ball Guinea pig happiness Tiny paws, bright eyes Nibbling on fresh veggies Playful little friend Snuggle close, content Warm fuzz against my chest Guinea pig love flows...

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fancy guinea pig Elvira wore a floral cap. She danced a jig, a waltz and she sang a rap. We were dizzy when we watched, had to take a nap. She was a pretty thing who knew how to read a map. We gave her instructions, and she showed us the way. Michigan State University is there, and they do...

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Whacky? Perhaps but extremely powerful too. He’s a guinea pig wizard from north Kalamazoo. We have seen him turn the windows both pink and blue. He has commanded a crow to fly in from the flue. We call him Mr. Tibblets Tanglewood Tony Treble Clef Two. He likes the whole name, he says we simply cannot overdue. His power and might...

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Whacky? Perhaps but extremely powerful too. He’s a guinea pig wizard from north Kalamazoo. We have seen him turn the windows both pink and blue. He has commanded a crow to fly in from the flue. We call him Mr. Tibblets Tanglewood Tony Treble Clef Two. He likes the whole name, he says we simply cannot overdue. His power and might...

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I inspect him, a sweetheart specimen in a cage. Fluffy like winter snow. Squeaking in tempo. In a cage. Critically he secretly watches me. A wave of dread seeps into my head when I scroll through my phone instead of studying. He monitors me in captivity. Crazy cute and certainly not mute, Marshmallow the Guinea pig squeals to demand a cold crunchy carrot....

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I will be your guinea pig I say. What can I do for you today? Wash the toilets? Clean the floor? Paint that wall? Refinish your door? I have arrived to work in a merry way. Ready to have an absolutely fine Monday. Just do any extra lunch duty, okay? I wish I was back in home in every way....

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Purple Guinea Pig Growl growl bite bite goes the guinea pig As she rips out your fecking throat The fierce guinea pig purple in colour Not to be fecked with or name called She'll hunt you down and kill ya! And talks like a real American The purple guinea pig who growls Straight from the chest Hear her and you're screwed Get ready to be...

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Gervi Guinea Pig's arrogance preceded him into every room. He thought he was the utmost most of every meeting Zoom. He was arrogant and pompous, thought he was too handsome to die I rolled my eyes, as his nose walked by, always enormously high Some tried to get me to say what I thought of this guinea pig. But I...

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Heavy Ticket What a magnificent animal. The seven foot long guinea pig. She was the same standing. With the bite of a tiger. I don't want one as a pet. She would eat so many carrots. And greens and seeds. Above all else needing to be free. One day I must write. Then dream a dream. What were you like? So magnificent and unique. I think of...

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now I lay me down doctors say a sleep study ...

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now I lay me down doctors say a sleep study ...

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Aye pride myself being sui generis verb hose subject for a zoologist, cuz webbed phalanges branch handsomely from mine feet and wrist, where perforce great expectations, asper the next greatest (I SCREAM) ...

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In 1985, we had three daughters. They were 5, 10, and 11. So life was fun, of course. Each daughter had a gerbil. Flopsy, Crumbone and Taylor. Don’t ask me which is which. They are rodents. I broke my leg on a Thursday. In 5 places, trying to ride a bike to the day care Center to pick up the 5-year- old because...

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Every piece of furniture I am becoming attached Is that possible? Nah cannot be You cannot become attached to things - personal things Just like you cannot become attached to people I am tired of being the mannequin Guinea pig - whatever you call it For God to try His hands on I am not too sure if I want to be the...

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My guinea pig With the black and brown stripes And the eyes big and black like space And tiny little ears That perk up when he hears the food come. My guinea pig Who sits on my lap As I read, or just watch him As he shifts tring to find a comfortable position As he squeaks In happiness Or annoyance Or a thousand other...

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