My attempt at poetry... hmmm...
My baby's a hunter,
This is for sure,
He crouches to watch,
To see what he can lure.
Watch a grasshopper pass,
He's ready to pounce,
His nose in the grass,
The small bugs he'll trounce!
That's not all his sides,
He's really quite sweet,
He'll hug, snuggle and hide,
and play with your feet.
You never can tell,
He'll play like he's cool,
but after he hunts,
He'll play anyone's fool!
My baby's a hunter,
This is for sure,
He crouches to watch,
To see what he can lure.
Watch a grasshopper pass,
He's ready to pounce,
His nose in the grass,
The small bugs he'll trounce!
That's not all his sides,
He's really quite sweet,
He'll hug, snuggle and hide,
and play with your feet.
You never can tell,
He'll play like he's cool,
but after he hunts,
He'll play anyone's fool!
I am a step ahead of you! I finished your limerick right before I wrote this! Yeah, it does make you feel good, especially if other people understand what you are writing about! Thanks! YOU should finish MY limerick! 
