Submissions are invited of poetry to commemorate the life and mourn the death of DS2's guinea pig

Classics? Good.

Threadie gets emotional...

I'd like to thank ds, for the spark that ignited this creativity. And the many, many people who worked on it while it was in production...you know who you are..thank you so much (thinks: good job they know who they are, I certainly don't). And special, heartfelt thanks to that amazin, talented, generous rodent, Beetle, ....(breaks down and is led away from the stage to great applause)

Threadie!Bury not your noggin in the sand!
Your hound clearly ate your cochondande.

Yay! It's in Classics! Thanks MN, and thanks Threadworm. More importantly, thank you AKA Beetle. From what I have learnt of ALA Beetle through the medium of poetry, it is a well-deserved award.

The puzzled nose, the blinking eyes
The silent signal of surprise
at Wednesday's, Thursday's empty bowl.
'What have I done to make it so?'

Oh Threadie!
Do not take on so!
That shoe-box leaves
No room to grow.

and am loving rhyming onus with anus

lol at Chaucer and Boco's concern about impacted poo

firstly - condolences.... how old was he?

aherm....

oh guinea pig oh guinea pig how sad to see you go
oh guinea pig oh guinea pig your poo it made me throw
oh guinea pig oh guinea pig the time was right i know - on 2 for one in pets at home were sure to fill your home.

at Boco

Guinea Pigs graze all day through
So make an awful lot of poo
It's an unfortunately common fact
That this poo becomes impact(ed)
You mention Beetle wasn't fit
I'd guess your pig was full of shit
Upon you, Threadie, was the onus
To push down gently on his anus.

It's too late, the pig is dead
But keep that nugget in your head
In case you get another one
Always monitor its bum.

Translation:

A guinea pig, a fat one
called Beetle, brought joy through his antics.
A while ago his owner found him dead.
He knew how to please; now it pleases him to leave.

Do not go gently into that good night.
Guineas should run wildly at the close of day
(Burying snuffling whiskers into fragrant hay)
Squeak, squeak, against the dying of the light.

Love this thread. All the erudite ones, but esp "Off you fuck". Chortle.

An guynee pigge grose of hem kynde
Ycleped Beytle yaf delit in gyse.
Whylom his meister him did deide fynde.
He coude plese; now him list to lese.

I love this thread.

I'm not too hot at poetry, myself.

All contributors so far should be honoured...

it's really weird..i like guinea pigs, love hamsters...but a mouse makes me run for my life.

There once was an amiable Guinea Pig,
Who brushed back his hair like a periwig.
He wore a sweet tie
As blue as the sky,
And his whiskers and buttons were very big.

(Beatrix Potter)

Have asked. I told MNHQ we owed it to the Guinea Pig.

Yeats? To commemorate a dead rodent? Is this what he meant by a terrible beauty being born?

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From playroom or desk among grey
Twenty-first-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And never knew they cared
That a guinea pig had died
And amid the mumsnet hubbub
Would soothe a companion who cried,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A new cult of feeling is born.

RIP Beetle

Ask for it to go in MN Classics, hassled. Click on the red !

This is in Chat and it is just too damn good to lose - how does one go about moving it somewhere safe? Should there be an "Ode to a Dead Pet" topic?

i've heard there was a secret chord
that beetle's your name and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for food do you?
well, it goes like this the fourth the fifth
you got so fat you needed a lift
the baffled tm composing hallelujah

i love hamsters

'Midst celestial reeds
He now doth play.
Acta est fabula,
Plaudite.