My Pet Possum
Because I have a possum for a pet, people think I'm weird.
They're trying to ship me off to the funny farm like my family has feared.
People say that I should have a cat, a dog or maybe a rabbit.
Making pets out of wild animals is my thing, it's a bad habit.
I walk around my town with my possum on my shoulder.
A woman made a big mistake when she asked to hold her.
As she held my possum, she bit off a chunk of that woman's nose.
The woman became angry and violent and she and I came to blows.
I tried to win the fight but she was an expert at judo.
Everybody in my town says that my possum has to go.
It was embarrassing when she beat me up on the street.
I fought like a six year old and I wound up being dead meat.
When that woman put me to the street, it sure wasn't awesome.
Maybe people are right, maybe it's time to get rid of my possum.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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