A POEM ABOUT JIN

Rodent of the gerbil kind,

How I wonder what's on your mind.

Down those tunnels so dark and thin,

Letting no light or sunshine in.

Digging on moving sand in a mass,

Trying to break from your cage of glass.

Once you did get out - were free!

How this disappearance worried me.

Until we found you hiding, nibbling,

Chewing paper, confetti dribbling.

Now we have trapped you in your cage,

You dig and dig as in a rage.

But here's a treat don't be in haste,

It is your favourite - ALMOND PASTE!