Someone that used to be on the FML emailed me this poem of hers.  I
thought it was pretty neat.  She said I could post it on here. :)
 
new york city ferret
 
i live in new york city
but i won;'t say where
a spacious doorman building
a penthouse heaven here
yes i have a secret
a foaming rabid vice
i am  a secret lover of
those 'dirty feral mice"
they run and scamper in the halls
and dance upon the cat
they jump and tumble through the rooms
till the best is made of that.
then they settle on the bed
or in a cozy place
i kiss their noses one by one
as i look into their face
so i get my kiss returned
a thank you for my care
from those vicious biting weasels
who mangle children here
for really they are wise and trusting
curious and fun
an inborn gentle nature
with intelligence ,then some
domestic anbd dependable
affectionate and cute
better friends than people
and that's the sh--ty truth
cause here in new york city
where it's dog eat dog
and vultures rule the streets at night
and big bussiness is a hog
even the most ruthless
have a secret place
for a furry pet at home
to calm the big rat race
so i'll kep my dirty mice
with their soulful eyes
and be an outlaw bandit
cause i've been suprised
the only thing new yorkers and the weasels
do the same
is steal your stuff in a flash
and shrug away the blame
 
Wolfy
 
Please visit:
http://www.geocities.com/wolfysluv/
for information on ferret deafness:
http://www.geocities.com/wolfysluv/deaf.html
[Posted in FML issue 3757]