I used to have a guinea pig. His name was Lucky. I miss him very much. So this is a poem about him. May he rest in peace, and I hope he forgives me for accidentally killing him D':

I had a guinea pig
He wasn't very big
She squealed like a ducky
his name was lucky

Where he is now
Is better than now
I dropped him on the floor 
He is no more

I hope he can forgive me 
For making him sickly
He was seven
I was eleven

He lived a happy life, up until the end
I'm still here, but he is dead
And whoever is reading this now
Do not frow your brow

He and I were best friends
up until the end

Be peaceful in your cage in the sky my friend