Flossie

She must have looked so cute as a little kid,
When she melted someone's heart.
But she grew.
And so did her angora coat,
Into soft, white ringlets.
Her friendliness was praised,
And bemoaned, when she climbed up to be petted.
She bleated: "Hello!". "Please feed me!", "I'm bored!" and "What-a-bout me?"
Occasionally she ate things that were wanted for other purposes.
Sometimes she got into places she was not welcome.
Eventually her owners had to move and she was passed on,
From one reluctant relative to another.
And now with her coat overlong,
Her hooves and horns in need of care.
And her bottom far from respectable,
She has come to us.
And we shall call her Flossie.