Wednesday, February 2, 2011
The little love
Oh creature of delight, may I speak to you
Of the little love I feel?
I am small but my heart is growing larger
And before your love, I kneel
(“What? You’re kidding me?”)
Your little love’s been rubbing fur with Henry
So your love was never mine?
You say the cage hole isn’t large enough
Until you birth eight or nine?
(“Good on you, Henry.”)
Oh creature of delight, I’ll find another,
Who will be my tiny bride?
And cherish passion and devotion
For little love that still abides
The Gerbil Shakespeare Chorus