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Lily and Carmel
I once had 2 piggies,
Named Caramel and Lily,
Who waddled + squeaked,
And just acted plain silly.
Despite staying put
Each day in their cage,
They brought joy to my life
Until 8 years of age.
Lettuce, carrot,
Spring onion and grass
Despite gobbling all,
Their hunger would last.
When babies, they’d jump,
When adults, they’d lay,
No matter what action,
They’d brighten my day.
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One rustle of a bag
Made squeak-volume so great,
I’d turn into their slave
Until after they ate.
But after a while
The volume was lower,
As my piggies’ pace,
Got slower and slower.
My babies were old,
And couldn’t jump any more,
No more did they squeak,
When I opened the door.
And soon did arrive,
that cold, dismal day,
When my Lily and Caramel
Passed away.
I can never forget,
Their cute little ways,
Which started my eternal
Guinea pig phase.
I have kept them alive
On this wonderful site,
Where their cute little faces,
Are forever in sight.
(2005 Gallery).
No matter what colour,
No matter how big,
No pet is more lovable,
Than a guinea pig.
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