(poem) Easter Guinea pigs

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Easter Guinea pigs

Robin Ford, Easter 2016

Guinea pig will rhyme with gravy,
If you label it a cavy.
Merriam Webster says it’s so.
(I suppose they ought to know.)
Cavies are (of course) prolific,
Which for Easter is terrific.
(Though we hope when Easter wakes
No more cavies – goodness  sakes!
So we separate the sexes,
XYs kept from double Xs.)
Coming back to Easter morn,
When we think of being born 
Yet again; with vibrant living,
Being friendly and forgiving,
Guinea pigs can show the way
(When we wake on Easter day),
Cuddle-friendly, loving to ya.
Christ is risen! Halleluiah!
(I hear Leonard’s droning voice
Gruffly urging us “Rejoice”)
 

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