My Pet Poem

To write a poem everyday ,wasn't such a task, Just a little rhyming ode is all I really ask. A simple ode that rythms out it wasn't much to say, to breath some life into some words and brighten up your day. I had to feed it constantly, morning, noon and night, and soon it took up all my time, it gave me such a fright. It smelled a foul of yukky stench and grew too long I feared, Soon it would be far to big to keep it locked down here. Midnight grumbles form the words that would not make its stay, And gurgling chorts of snorts and warts it gave off everyday. It killed grandmother, then the cat before it broke its chain, And left a trail of slimy gunk dripping down the drain.