GUINEA PIG CALYPSO
Just one of my animal poems ready for the book that is going to be animal stories and poems. Don’t have any guinea pigs these days but adored them as a child
The guinea pig people inhabit a hutch
that a rabbit abandoned. They don’t think much
of his house in the garden with nothing to do.
So they squeak and they squeak,
in fluent guinea pig speak.
When Daddy goes to work and Mum’s at the shops,
the children let the guinea pigs gobble up the crops.
They gobble in the garden where the vegetables grow,
eat all the radishes and lettuces in rows
and they play hop scotch and catch me if you can
till Dad comes home and is not a happy man.
Chasing through the flower beds, up and down the path —
guinea pigs in garden like soap in the bath.
guinea pigs slippery, guinea pigs not daft,
gallivanting guinea pigs have the last laugh.