I stumbled upon some grandma opossum poetry (http://members.tripod.com/keeters_12/id24.html) that was a nice read. However, I thought that there was some important factual information left out. So, I decided to whip up some opossum poety.

Ligths Out Opossum

Opussum in the night, don't take flight. The cat food is there for all friends to share. Don't be afraid as you so think you should, To hide in house walls near two by fours of wood. In case you are fat, and should you get stuck Your body will decay into maggots and muck As your body decays, in a most natural way The smell of your flesh will fill night and day A call will be made to correct your foul stench A wish to be made for the odiferous French