Rodents, My Son's Pets, Not Mine
How I describe
my son’s guinea pigs?
Are they rodents from hell?
Are they sausages with hair,
from hell?
One rodent,
two rodents.
Which one is better?
It doesn’t matter.
They are both
food for my snakes
and poop machines.
Anyone want 'em?
I will pay you to take them.
And here’s a haiku:
actually not.
I’m not high
(that’s a lie).
My son’s guinea pigs
(this is not a G-aged poem)
are a ******* “beast of burden”
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