Hold yer breath!
 
Daye, a ferret living in my home,
Dislikes a too-clean biome.
So into the corner she backs
Until the solution e-jacks,
Making me run for the cleansing foam.
 
There is no greater earthly delight
Than the discovery of a ferret coprolite.
But as every fert owner knows,
When discovered on your toes,
The coprolite of delight is a blight.
 
Forgive me; my eyes; they do weep.
And the tears; they also flow deep,
But the ferrets did play,
And Ode de Fert did spray,
And deep in my nostrils does creep.
 
Moose is a beautiful silver mitt,
And, boy oh boy, can he ever sh*t.
Each time that he shoots
On the carpet he scoots,
Leaving a skid mark to where he done it.
 
HA!
 
Bob C and the 17 Spiteful Shooters (In memory of Buddy and Gus)
[Posted in FML issue 1875]