When I Bring Home a Deer
When I bring home a deer...
to live in our living room, my roommate
won't hear of it. Fear of what? I will ask.
He has no horns. He eats only oats, but
not yours only; I bought him some food.
He's not even hairy. I'm not even sorry
I brought him home. He'll sleep with me
on the floor of the washroom. I'll wash
him down with a hose and a broom.
I suppose you think there's no room
for a deer without antlers (as dear
as he is). What do you want? I should
bring home a goat?
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