About Our Pets No One Cares
Had been sad state of affairs
For all our pets no one cares;
Like what would hunger feel
Being squashed under a wheel
Are always things which appall
My poor pet nailed to the wall;
Soft skin with marrow may mix
Body will be hung on crucifix.
Should see pet boiled in stew
Against wall is where it flew;
What really would be strange
Dead body had case of mange.
Truly they really must be insane
Pet leftovers did go down drain
Now we know what they meant
Pets were owned by immigrant.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
