Mr. snuffles was the runt of the litter. <br />We kept him simply out of sympathy, <br />When his cage mates savagely attacked him- <br />In the little blue castle he loved so much. <br /> <br />So we moved the two interlopers out, <br />And let him be the king of that blue castle- <br />We filled it with fluff, and poppy seeds, <br />And a wheel tainted with rust. <br /> <br />And so, we forgot about him, <br />And I guess him us- <br />He slept, emerged, drank, returned <br />And so did we. <br /> <br />Now and then, we’d play the spectator, <br />Beckon him with tap-tap-taps on the window <br />And, if we were lucky, he would grace us <br />With a protruding pink nose <br />As if to say “I am doing fine! ” <br />And return to his rest. <br /> <br />He grew old, and waddled out of his <br />Castle less and less frequently (although a conundrum when he did) <br />Covered from sole to crown with fluff, <br />And poppy seeds. <br />Eyes drooping, fatigued. <br /> <br />One day he died I guess. <br />We took him out back, and gave him <br />A little gravestone with “Mr Snuffles” <br />Painted on it, a blue castle- <br />So he could die how he lived. <br /> <br />I shed a tear or two, but he faded <br />Until now, I decided to revive him, <br />You see. <br />Although this poem is quite pointless, <br />The memory is reason enough.<br /><br />Lazarus Knix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-my-long-dead-gerbil/
