There’s an animal in my house.
Sometimes
it’s cute and cuddly and sweet,
warm and fuzzy and snuggly,
cozy, comfy, endearing,
hands that hold,
arms that embrace.

There’s an animal in my house.
Sometimes
it’s furry and dirty and smelly,
cold and creepy and crawly,
slimey, slithery, sneaky,
with claws and fangs and horns,
it kicks and scratches,
bites and gores.

There’s an animal in my house.
Sometimes
it’s me.

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