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​The field was full of tasty treats
Before that creature came
And packed a cheek with snacks to keep
Its “pocket gopher” name.

Arose then gopher cones of dirt
From tunnel rooms unseen,
As kingdom spaces underground 
Were swept to keep them clean.

Inviting though the prospect was
To venture down below,
My canine snout would barely fit,
Much less my body go.

A bigger hole came into mind,
With thoughts of digging through,
But Lordly care did make it fair
Destruction to eschew.

—Shortfellow (aka Lord Zakwoof of Glenwoof)