Fur is flying everywhere –

Angoras are the cause:

we eat it in our sandwiches,

It’s sticking to our jaws.

Jackets all have woolly linings,

Skirts with silky threads are shining…

It is a tangled web they weave –

Where they get you’d never believe!

Its quite an adventure sucking a toffee –

Long threads are floating about in our coffee.

Its known as a high fibre diet –

I wouldn’t recommend you try it!

The hoover is all clogged with threads –

We even find wool in our beds!

My erstwhile friends just sit and grin,

Noticing the state I’m in.

A furball cure is what I need

When grooming such a fluffy breed,

It isn’t the poor rabbits’ fault –

‘Tis I who need the Kittymalt!!

Poem by Yvonne Hobbs, written for the 1992 Yearbook