Big-ball possum, balls big as his head,

Big-ball possum, balls big as his head, Waddlin’ my yard like he pays for my bed. Rodney backed up in The Doons—full send, no care, Smacked Derrick’s car that was *already* parked there. Then swore, “That white car came outta nowhere!” Yeah… that’s wild… for a car sittin’ right there. Now possum’s on a heating pad, posted up outside, Eatin’ my tomatoes with a smug little pride. I yell “SCRAM!”—he just chews, no truce: “Sir, this ain’t a buffet. That’s **my** garden produce.”