Post by courtendo on Dec 22, 2009 13:13:51 GMT -5
This is a poem I found I hope you like it. It's about a guinea pig
A guinea pig
There was a little guinea pig,
who being little, was not big,
he always walked upon his feet,
and never fasted when he eat.
When from a place he run away,
he never at the place did stay,
and while he run, as I am told,
he never stood still for young or old.
He often squeaked, and sometimes violent,
and when he squeaked he never was silent,
though never instructed by a cat,
he knew a mouse was not a rat.
One day, as I am certified,
he took a whim, and fairly died,
and as I am told by men of sense,
he never has been living since.
A guinea pig
There was a little guinea pig,
who being little, was not big,
he always walked upon his feet,
and never fasted when he eat.
When from a place he run away,
he never at the place did stay,
and while he run, as I am told,
he never stood still for young or old.
He often squeaked, and sometimes violent,
and when he squeaked he never was silent,
though never instructed by a cat,
he knew a mouse was not a rat.
One day, as I am certified,
he took a whim, and fairly died,
and as I am told by men of sense,
he never has been living since.
