You flew beside me, small and brave,
From west coast skies to the ocean wave.
Tucked in close, not a sound you made,
Just calm little heartbeats, never afraid.
I gave you a friend, a buddy to share,
Skipperely wheeked, and you both were a pair.
In cozy corners, you’d nuzzle tight,
Two little souls curled safe each night.
But illness came like a thief in the night,
And you, sweet Gizmo, began to lose your spark.
We trusted a hand that wasn’t so kind
He never looked close, never gave time.
He chose the needle when there was still fight,
Never tried gas, never made it right.
Didn’t give you what might’ve healed,
Just rushed the end, a fate sealed.
And I was left with a heart torn wide,
Empty space where you once lied.
No more your squeaks, your gentle stare,
Just silence and Skipperely waiting there.
But you were more than fur and paws
You were love without a single flaw.
You knew my voice, you knew my scent,
And in this world, that means so much.
So rest, my boy Gizmo, my sweet little friend,
This isn’t goodbye, love doesn’t end.
I’ll see you again, where skies are wide,
And you’ll hop to greet me, just by my side.
Soft fur, gentle squeak
Curled up in a cozy ball
Guinea pig happiness
Tiny paws, bright eyes
Nibbling on fresh veggies
Playful little friend
Snuggle close, content
Warm fuzz against my chest
Guinea pig love flows
fancy guinea pig Elvira wore a floral cap.
She danced a jig, a waltz and she sang a rap.
We were dizzy when we watched, had to take a nap.
She was a pretty thing who knew how to read a map.
We gave her instructions, and she showed us the way.
Michigan State University is there, and they do not play.
We were grateful to Elvira, whose eyelids were gray.
She led us to victory in sports every other Monday.
Whacky? Perhaps but extremely powerful too.
He’s a guinea pig wizard from north Kalamazoo.
We have seen him turn the windows both pink and blue.
He has commanded a crow to fly in from the flue.
We call him Mr. Tibblets Tanglewood Tony Treble Clef Two.
He likes the whole name, he says we simply cannot overdue.
His power and might terrifies my brother and sister too.
He is heading this way, so I suggest you be your best you.
Whacky? Perhaps but extremely powerful too.
He’s a guinea pig wizard from north Kalamazoo.
We have seen him turn the windows both pink and blue.
He has commanded a crow to fly in from the flue.
We call him Mr. Tibblets Tanglewood Tony Treble Clef Two.
He likes the whole name, he says we simply cannot overdue.
His power and might terrifies my brother and sister too.
He is heading this way, so I suggest you be your best you.
I inspect him,
a sweetheart specimen
in a cage.
Fluffy like winter snow.
Squeaking in tempo.
In a cage.
Critically
he secretly watches me.
A wave of dread seeps into my head when I scroll through
my phone instead
of studying.
He monitors me in captivity.
Crazy cute and certainly not mute, Marshmallow the
Guinea pig squeals to demand a cold crunchy carrot.
Feisty while foraging through the vegetable garden, Marshmallow
the guinea pig has more to say than a cockatoo parrot.
Jolts of excitement race inside his fun-sized body.
In a cage.
Critically
lurking.
If I pick my nose, he knows.
Under his mustache smirking.
His squeak sounds meek
but
if he could talk fur - real, I’d undergo
an ordeal
if my secrets he chose to reveal.
A puff of fluff that I cuddle when life gets rough.
He popcorns and plays while I spend my days
in lectures on Zoom.
Marshmallow knows
I hate being alone
in a room.
In a cage.
Critically
I need him.
I will be your guinea pig I say.
What can I do for you today?
Wash the toilets? Clean the floor?
Paint that wall? Refinish your door?
I have arrived to work in a merry way.
Ready to have an absolutely fine Monday.
Just do any extra lunch duty, okay?
I wish I was back in home in every way.
Purple Guinea Pig
Growl growl bite bite goes the guinea pig
As she rips out your fecking throat
The fierce guinea pig purple in colour
Not to be fecked with or name called
She'll hunt you down and kill ya!
And talks like a real American
The purple guinea pig who growls
Straight from the chest
Hear her and you're screwed
Get ready to be eaten
Purple guinea pig style!
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JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
Gervi Guinea Pig's arrogance preceded him into every room.
He thought he was the utmost most of every meeting Zoom.
He was arrogant and pompous, thought he was too handsome to die
I rolled my eyes, as his nose walked by, always enormously high
Some tried to get me to say what I thought of this guinea pig.
But I did not think it was any of their business, especially Walter Mig.
Walter wanted me to incriminate myself, but I closed my mouth instead.
Confidentially, I thought Gervi Guinea Pig had a gigantic head.
Heavy Ticket
What a magnificent animal.
The seven foot long guinea pig.
She was the same standing.
With the bite of a tiger.
I don't want one as a pet.
She would eat so many carrots.
And greens and seeds.
Above all else needing to be free.
One day I must write.
Then dream a dream.
What were you like?
So magnificent and unique.
I think of you...
now I lay me down
doctors say a sleep study
me to never dream
now I lay me down
doctors say a sleep study
waking me always
My guinea pig
With the black and brown stripes
And the eyes big and black like space
And tiny little ears
That perk up when he hears the food come.
My guinea pig
Who sits on my lap
As I read, or just watch him
As he shifts tring to find a comfortable position
As he squeaks
In happiness
Or annoyance
Or a thousand other emotions
My guinea pig
Who eats all day
And all night
And when he's done
He eats some more
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