Monotaire wrote this pound poem titled "Those Poor Pets"!
Sitting on the cold floor,
Those sweet little pets look at the door,
Watching people come rushing through,
Picking every pet except those few.
Those sweet little commons,
All cry in pain,
As all the rares are taken
Their hearts are slain.
Those smart very commons,
Watch in fear,
As they watch everyone get adopted but them,
Knowing a forever home is nowhere near.
Those OMG so commons,
Who only want good lives,
Whimper and whine,
As they are put aside.
And those sweet little duplicates,
Who never had a friend,
Watch as the pounds open time,
Is nearing the end,
Those poor little pets,
Who need your care
Are waiting for you,
Knowing your out there.
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