The Monster

There’s a monster in my corner, and I don’t like it a bit

I can’t get to my toys, I’m having a fit!

I do my war dance, poof! Goes my tail , up goes my back!

I hiss at the monster, and leap to the attack!

The smell is awful, but I won’t run like the rest

I’ll destroy this fiend, I’ll do my Ferret best

For I am white-fang–lizard-killer, all teeth and sharp claws

I fight to the death, no mercy or pause

The battle was epic, and not very easy

Its breath really stank, and made me quite queasy

My dad hears the noise and gives a small shout

He reaches into the fiend, and pulls me right out

"You silly old Ferret! That’s not a monster, or ugly mutants

You’ve killed a perfectly good pair of my old sweat pants!"