Well, here's my entry into the world of ferret poetry...
 
Sharp fangs in my foot
Claws climb my pant leg until
I drop raisin box
 
Soft black eyes see me
At midnight trip to the loo
Will I play?  Of course!
 
Guess I'd better not give up my day job(s), eh?
 
Chana
[Posted in FML issue 3746]