
Good morning world, it’s time to wake,
And see what’s been donated,
I don’t expect to get a cake,
But scraps are ‘preciated.

Oh goodness me! A note I see,
It says, “Go check the middle.”
But ratty got there before me,
I know, I smell his piddle.
And also I can tell his script,
His writing is atrocious,
His spelling’s bad, his letters flipped,
I know ‘cuz I’m precocious.

But oh-h-h-h how awful are his words,
They’re crude and so disgusting.
And what of all the little birds,
Who surely will discuss them?
That dirty rat messed up my den,
And now I’ll have to paint it,
I hope he won’t do that again,
It’s really mean, now ain’t it?

No need to have a heart attack,
I’ll get a drink of water.
I’ll hang on with my toes in back,
I hope they hold, they oughter.

That’s better, and within my means,
This cone is good, don’t doubt it,
Or like in gangster movie scenes,
I’ll just fuggedaboudid.
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February 19, 2026 at 7:22 pm
He sooo cute!! 🥰
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February 19, 2026 at 8:06 pm
I like him, too. Do you ever see your ground squirrels anymore?
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February 19, 2026 at 7:46 pm
A cute squirrel but that note sounds awful. You wrote a fun poem.
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February 19, 2026 at 8:05 pm
It’s fun to write them. Thanks for reading it, Thomas.
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February 19, 2026 at 9:16 pm
I love the poem and that little squirrel is adorable. I see them at my place enjoying cones every day.
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February 19, 2026 at 10:27 pm
that little squirrel must stayed for a while searching for something. Your poem is as cute as the squirrel, Anneli!
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February 19, 2026 at 10:35 pm
There are at least two of them living in that woodshed. Thanks for visiting and reading, Miriam. Have a great weekend.
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