I wrote this poem for Isabel’s friend, who was collecting poems about Guinea Pigs for a project:
Guinea Pig, O’ Guinea Pig
I have bad news for thee
Tho’ your name is Guinea Pig
You are no pig to me
For pigs are big, and round, and snort
And dig all day in dirt
But all you ever seem to do
Is pee upon my shirt
Pigs, what's more, make bacon crisp
A truly perfect food
But bacon from a Guinea Pig
Is never very good
Guinea Pig, O’ Guinea Pig
You furry little friend
I'm glad you don't belong to me
For I would be your end