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]