My furry little friend,
Is a delightful little fiend.
On my face he’ll press his nose,
And makes me feel so close.
Though no words are spoken,
Yet much affection is woven,
Between my furry little pet ‘n’ I.

He loves to poopoo on my chair,
And leaves with no cheer,
Making me grit my teeth in the pain,
I try to hold back in vain.
So many other things it does,
That makes me surely to know,
That the furry little pet I love,
Is a nasty little pest I hate.

On four wheels of rubber,
It makes my heart pound in wonder.
With no arms to hold me, I ponder
Why it is fast becoming a lover,
Glimmering and beckoning on me to spend on it,
All my hard earned money to the least,
This my four legged pet of pure metal,
I hope, someday will not be the pest to run me mental.

The beast I know for certain is,
The beast that drives me to tease,
Mammon and give him a kiss,
And in my life something definitely is amiss.




Though I love the company of my pets,
Whether the metallic or furry pet.
Though I would love to believe in my heart,
Of my life they are a part,
Yet I know I seek something deeper,
And yea, certainly something better,
I had hoped to find in my pets,
Only to discover in them the pests,
Buried deep as in felt.