Ode to an American Marsupial (in praise (?) of the ‘possum)
Oh thou that shouldest playeth dead, why dost thou hisseth at me?
I know why the cornered ‘possums bites.
‘Possum, ‘possum burning bright, In the porch lights of the night; What immortal hand or mind Could frame thy slimy, ugly kind?
Do you know you look like a wet, nasty rat? Maybe a troll.
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
‘Possums, ‘possums everywhere, but none up to anything good.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? More like a sweaty afternoon because your meat’s all greasy.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, your beady eyes made it skeery!
I think that I shall never see, a creature so ugly in a tree.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood; why do you take the one that gets you run over?
Into the roadway of Death strode the six hundred ‘possums. Why did the chicken cross the road? To show the ‘possum it could be done.
Come, my pointy-faced critters, follow well in order; get your carcasses ready; Have you your snarls? Have you your prehensile tails? ‘Possums! O ‘possums!
THAT IS THE UGLIEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN!!!!!!
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I know why the cornered ‘possums bites.
‘Possum, ‘possum burning bright,
In the porch lights of the night;
What immortal hand or mind
Could frame thy slimy, ugly kind?
Do you know you look like a wet, nasty rat? Maybe a troll.
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
‘Possums, ‘possums everywhere, but none up to anything good.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? More like a sweaty afternoon because your meat’s all greasy.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, your beady eyes made it skeery!
I think that I shall never see, a creature so ugly in a tree.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood; why do you take the one that gets you run over?
Into the roadway of Death strode the six hundred ‘possums.
Why did the chicken cross the road? To show the ‘possum it could be done.
Come, my pointy-faced critters, follow well in order; get your carcasses ready;
Have you your snarls? Have you your prehensile tails? ‘Possums! O ‘possums!