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Perry was hairy, but he wasn’t scary

Still, he was misunderstood.

His momma was Sherry; his brother was Larry.

Together they lived in the wood.

He wasn’t too picky; his life wasn’t tricky.

He played in the pouch and ate well.

People thought he was icky and might make one sickly,

and sometimes he had a bad smell.

He wasn’t luxurious. He was always non-spurious

His heart was as big as the seas.

But Perry was curious which made Momma furious;

For danger was just past the trees.

One night he snuck out and wandered about

Looking for fun and for food.

He followed his snout to a bucket of trout.

It put him in such a great mood.

When Perry got closer he began to think ‘No sir,

This isn’t a good choice for me.’

It wasn’t a bucket so Perry said “Fuck it”

And he ran as fast as can be.

He dashed past some rocks and spotted a box.

That would be perfect for hiding.

But out jumped a fox; now that was a shock

who inside the box was residing.

So Perry played dead which gave the fox dread;

It decided to leave him alone.

Perry rose and ran faster across the great pasture

He finally made his way home.

LJ/DW Idol, Week 8: Perry the Opossum