'' They'll Eat Me When I Die '' Poem by Bri Mar

I have a dog,
Who thinks he's a frog,
He croaks instead of barks,
He also loves rotting logs,
That's why he adores the parks.

My lovely cat,
Is more than that,
He's friendly with my mouse,
He really loves my big black rat,
It's such a peaceful house.

I have a skunk,
Thinks he's a hunk,
He normally behaves quite well,
After eating lots of junk,
He leaves a terrible smell.

Take my fish,
They grant my wish,
When they grow I'm onto a winner,
They always make a lovely dish,
I just fry two for dinner.

Friends for life,
There'll be no strife,
I let nature take control,
For dinner I fed them all the wife,
No need for a six-foot hole.

For all my pets,
There's no upsets,
I will not tell a lie,
They're trained to have no regrets,

‘' They'll Eat Me When I Die ‘'