Snowball
A little White body rests in her home
Putting happily to the touch of her comb.
Her little red eyes stare into the great beyond
Spotting everything she can lay her eyes on.
Everytime lettuce comes around
You'll hear her make a squeaky sound.
A being that loves to snuggles in your arms
Ones that keep her away from harm.
And when it's the end of the day
She knows it's time for her to play.
When you wake in the morning
She'll probably not be snoring.
She came to me from Petco
The last Guinea Pig to go.
When you give a call
My Guinea Pig responds to "Snowball".
My Snowball's like a loving kid
My Snowball is my Guinea Pig.
©ZiXiu Poems
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