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Tue, 28 Nov 2006 12:26:23 -0500
Subject:
If Dr. Zeuss knew ferrets...
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Yellow Poop, Glue poop
Not even new poop.
"Goodness", cried Shelter Mon 
"Looks like a poo bomb".
And she was right, for just overnight,
there was such a sight.
Poo on the floors,
Poo on the walls,
Poo in food dishes,
Poo floating with mom's fishes.

"Who pooed this mess?" She said.
"Who, tell me, I can't guess."

But not a peep was heard
from all the ferrets...
Just blank stares, like who could merit
a mess like this,
Not one single hit,
everyone a miss!!!
Not one litter box, but 10!

"Oh, My," she sighed.
"All down the walls,"
"Smeared everywhere,"
"Even down the halls". 

"I guess I'll start to scrape and scrub,"
"I don't mind, ferrets can't help it,"
"You just need a hug."

And she leaned over a table,
and kissed a sable.
Shen kissed his head, she kissed his toes,
she kissed his belly, she kissed his nose.

She smooched the silver,
She hugged the mitt,
She kissed the 'beano,
Even though she got bit.

The ferrets all blinked,
and watched in wonder...
"What, no screams? What, no thunder???"

The sable was shamed.
The silver was sad.
The mitt smacked the 'beano,
"You were so bad!"

"STOP!" Said the blaze.
"STOP RIGHT NOW!"
"We need to help,
We need to know how!!"

The panda looked dumb.
The 'beano looked..well, like a 'beano.
The silver looked stumped,
the sable looked humped (oops, she was in heat).

Then one little kit,
A smelly mitt kit,
raised up her paw,
all covered in sh*t.
"I know how to help,
I knpw how to win,
Watch me now, make shelter mom grin."

And she danced down the hall,
bounced off the wall,
climbed up mom's pants,
climbed up her shirt,
Oh, what a race...
to gently lick Mom's face.

Mom dropped her sponge,
and hugged the kit.
She didn't care
one bit about the sh*t.

The other ferrets all raced,
to kiss mom's face,
they kissed her toes,
they kissed her ankles,
the 'beano didn't even bite.

So the shelter mom loved the ferrets,
and the ferrets loved that mom
for ever & ever...
despite the occassional, accidental bomb.

The tail-end.


For Nancy Clarke, and any ferret lover,

Marlene b.
 
Director Richmond Ferret Rescue League
www.geocities.com/richmondferretrescueleague/

[Posted in FML 5441]


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