Never squat in front of my Moose;
He'll reward you with the pinch of a goose.
He will sneak up behind-
Your bottom he'll find-
And he'll nip your presented caboose.
 
Stella loves to climb on a lap,
And hunker down for a warm lap nap.
She digs with her claws,
So run for the gauze,
If she finds that your fly has a gap.
 
Daye is a pretty darn good fert,
But boy, does she know how to squirt!
She just lifts up her tail
And organics soon sail;
She's a cute poop shootin' expert!
 
Bear likes to lay on his back
Under a towel, to plan his attack.
He sneaks up to poo
Behind your best shoe,
Then runs off to hide in his sack.
 
There is no better ferret than Tori,
Dead white, but that's another story.
The truth it be told,
She's exceedingly bold;
Killing bugs is her ultimate glory.
 
Such a sweet guy is my little Apollo,
But in food dishes the boy loves to wallow.
Its ok if its kibble,
(The others can nibble),
But in duck soup he's harder to swallow.
 
Nosette seems to really like mice.
Thinks they're sweet and also quite nice.
She'll be their friend
'Til the bitter end,
When she likes them with gravy and spice.
 
Chrys hates to have his chicken boned;
When gnawing, bone keeps his teeth honed.
He sharpens them fine,
Then makes a bee-line
To my ankle, with his sharpness bemoaned.
 
Trillian just never can learn;
Play with fire and you might get a burn.
If Carbone's tail is free,
She will nip it with glee!
Soon his teeth are her only concern.
 
Crystal's a ferret, real swell,
But can poof like a polecat from hell.
She can bring tears,
Lasting days (maybe years),
From her patented non-rose scented smell.
 
You really have to give it to Sam Luc,
He's a ferret the defines the word "dook."
He dances with wiggles,
That soon give me giggles,
And I laugh 'til I'm ready to puke.
 
Fraggle loves playing in sacks.
From sacks, she'll make her attacks.
She snakes out of tubes
To bite passing rubes;
'Cause from sacks are the better bushwacks.
 
Amber's a ferret remarkable;
Likes to hide anything thats hockable.
My keys and my rings,
And my wallet are things
Amber finds irresistably sockable.
 
Jezabel loves bugs with a passion,
And dispenses them in a quick fashion.
Like an edible toy.
They bring her real joy;
One cricket will send the girl a-dashin'.
 
That Carbone is too sizes too big.
He's that big 'cause he's one quarter pig.
For food he comes early,
Which is why he's so burly.
He's in the dictionary under "polepig."
 
There once was a ferret named Tui,
Who really loved anything chewie.
He grabbed hold of my toe
And he wouldn't let go,
Until it turned red and sort of gooie.
 
Silly Boy is a ferret quite noted
To eat chicken until he's well bloated.
He thinks its so great,
He just lays on the plate
And looks like a football (fur-coated).
 
G. W. can really run fast.
Lifts his tail, and he's gone with a blast!
By-standers are abused,
By the gas that he used,
As well as the objects the gas cast.
 
Lady Noir is a lady divine.
Her mask is exquisite and fine.
But her poof, you can tell,
Is something rotten from hell,
And can make the most macho man whine.
 
Most businesses try to make money,
But Bob's business is kinda funny;
His resources (no problem),
Dwell in the negative column,
But his joy lasts like a pink running bunny.
 
Bob C and 19 Mo' Poets Raisinette
[Posted in FML issue 2648]