To My Dear Friend the Skunk

This is a silly poem I wrote for class.

Ode to Skunk
By Anne Glenn

Looking so pretty
Like a kitty
You want to play

You have a stripe
And a gripe
As you sway

You roam at night
In the moonlight
Making you way

You want a mate
Her name is Kate
In the month of May

You fall for her
To make her purr
You release your spray

How you smell
We can tell
Please go away

It drifts into the window
And onto our pillows
Making us anything but gay

He wants to share
So please beware
The skunk is here to stay