Ode To The Paper Shredder Poem by francesca parnigoni

Jazzy Jazzy,
I love you, but your a spazzy.
You could not have been any lamer,
to have ripped up my paper.
Now you know, cause I don't hate,
but my science homework's late.
Your meowing keeps me up at night,
and it gives me quite a fright.
But when I look into your eyes,
I feel warm and fuzzy inside.
If you never got a scare,
you could be a teddy bear.
Your fur as dark as night,
shines extravigantly in the light.
You are a mouse,
when visitors com to the house.
Your fur as soft as minx,
as you play your little hijynx.