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Squeeky-pig
A two lip for a three lip
I would like to dedicate this poem to my most beloved guinea pig, Merry.
Beneath a lonely willow,
Lies a guinea pig.
Upon a silver pillow,
Around it scattered twig.
The moonlight it doth shineth,
Upon his noble back.
This perfect little guinea,
But something he doth lack.
His round eyes stareth,
Beyond the moon and stars.
This guinea pig doth glareth,
Longingly at mars.
He waits upon his love,
Who doth cometh from afar.
Upon his upper lip,
Are traces of a scar.
Liam Dienemann
I would like to dedicate this poem to my most beloved guinea pig, Merry.
Beneath a lonely willow,
Lies a guinea pig.
Upon a silver pillow,
Around it scattered twig.
The moonlight it doth shineth,
Upon his noble back.
This perfect little guinea,
But something he doth lack.
His round eyes stareth,
Beyond the moon and stars.
This guinea pig doth glareth,
Longingly at mars.
He waits upon his love,
Who doth cometh from afar.
Upon his upper lip,
Are traces of a scar.
Liam Dienemann