Ode To A Chipmunk

As you sit on the couch

Your face like a pouch

I am reminded of that grouch

With the slouch (aka Voldemort)

Why you remind me of him I cannot say

All I know is that I want to keep you at bay

So that you cannot damage my caché

Or burn my precious bouquet

I hope that your mouth reduces in size

Otherwise you may meet an untimely demise

But perhaps this is a good disguise

In which case normalcy would be unwise

Forever your partner in crime even if you look like a chipmunk,

Cagney