It's That Time Again...

... well it should have been that time about a week and a half ago, but it kinda slipped my mind.

It's time to give away the advertising spots on the left side of the blog again.

Since I like how it went last month we shall do something in that vain again.

Free Advertising, for a Full Month, Instructions:

1) Write a poem or song that describes a ferret without using the word ferret (or weasel) once.

2) Follow my blog if you haven't already.

- You may entire as many times as you want before Wednesday May 12th at 12pm PST
- Additional points awarded for humor
- Additional points also awarded for spamming this contest about the interwebs (leave a link to where you spammed us)


Celtic Cat said...

My doesn't he look cool in his rain slicker!

Sorry, no poetry here!? But I will follow you!


Cyber Hippie Gypsies said...

There once was a creature named Garrett.
He was a rodent of merit.
He horded his gear
He had tiny ears
And his fur was furry but only he should wear it.


Cyber Hippie Gypsies said...

I hope you like this one I've been obsessing over it for the last few minutes.

There are 2 critters named Jess and Dave,
One's busy and one is cranky.
Their etsy shop is all the rave.
Their pet alien's name is Frankie.
(It was either that or someone was going to be nicknamed Spanky.)

They sell a really creepy cat pin,
From an old Indian man.
(Screw this advertising crap that Calico is what I really want to win.)
And they live in a big camping van.

They hoard tons of beads,
They like to hug trees,
And they also advocate spam.


Cyber Hippie Gypsies said...

I pimped you on my blog:

PS crazy is GOOD!

honeybee69 said...

They chitter and chatter
and make such a clatter!

Left to themselves,
oh what a disaster!

They bend and they squeeze,
what remarkable things!

Just give me some love,
your friend I will be.

(honeybee69 on etsy)

TwoIndustriousFerrets said...

HiGirls Via Forums-

Little feet go pitter-pat
furry tail
sharp teeth
clever as all that.

vintage said...

VintagebyOLENSKA says:
Industrious and furry,
it's image left me blurry,
A sight to see no doubt,
that offered others a bit of their clout.
How kind, I thought as I responded,
Hoping ever so much I wouldn't be daunted,
to take on the task,
of removing my mask,
and get all the sales I wanted.

MAB Jewelry said...

I saw the best stoats of my generation destroyed by forum madness, starving for shiny baubles, ranting,
Dragging themselves through the Etcetera streets at midnight, calling themselves Gary,
Angelheaded marmots burning for unearthed distressed beads heavenly connection to some old guy's deserted mobile home of night. . .

Yeah, it's a beatnik moment. Snap snap snap.

Sasha said...

Asleep all day and up all night,
Better watch out if they want to fight!

During the War Dance, they hop and hiss,
So cute you'll want to give them a kiss

Black and white, just like a mime,
Keep this critter in your pocket anytime!
Great idea for advertising! :)

TwoIndustriousFerrets said...

MAB I seriously Love you, dude.

TwoIndustriousFerrets said...

BusinessLetters Via Forums:

Supple sinew, he
gracefully wends his body
while making me smile.

Banded mask, dark eyes,
short round ears over pert nose;
trouble maker soul.

Musky scent, woodchips
can't hide the odiferous
tug, even no glands.

Friendly fun in fur,
inquisitive playmate keeps
you laughing. Best friend.

MAB Jewelry said...

Yay! Any time I can use the words "stoat" and "marmot," and somehow relate them to the Father of the Beat Movement, I can go to bed happy!

TwoIndustriousFerrets said...

junquegypsy Via Forums:

Slinking through the room
Eating fabric of the couch
Undulating fur.

vintage said...

I don't have a twitter, but my best girlfriend does. Hope that counts towards some free advertising, should I qualify. She has over 800 followers and just tweeted about you. She tells me she scheduled to tweet this tweet, three times a day, at 9:25am, 3:15pm, and 10:25pm, everyday.

*fingers crossed*

TwoIndustriousFerrets said...

Vintage- Darn well it definitley helps! ;-)

TwoIndustriousFerrets said...

twigandleaf Via Forums:

two industrious
furry souls tumbling across
a handmade planet

Maraya1969 said...

These little wriggly things
People buy them hammocks and such
They stink.

Why do they stink?
They are like the cute little hamster and the guinea pig.
Both those don't stink.

I think it is because they are too long
And too short
And they wriggle and mess up everything.

If your gonna wriggle all the time
You catch bed bugs and fleas and flies.
And you can't have too many different bugs on you.

Bugs stink too
But they are way small and we can't smell them
Or we blame it on the dog

I think ferret parents
Should teach their wiggly things to bathe
With soap.

Sea otters look like cousins and they bathe in the ocean all day.
They wriggle and they can even swim.
But no soap so they still stink.

Well forget it, if you want a ferret get used to the smell.
Put a little hat on it and burn incense.
And giggle a little while the little guy wriggles.

Rowena said...

Teddy bear face with razor sharp teeth
short shiny fur..... yet so slinky beneath
lithe, quick and sly with a glint in their eye
creature of stealth, no word of a lie!

Maraya1969 said...

I messed up my poem! It's supposed to say

"Put a little hat on him and burn incense"

NOT Put a little hat on and burn incense

And you can't edit!

And it makes no sense that you would be the one to put the hat on. You can wear a hat if you like but put a hat on the wriggle one too.

StellarRelics said...

Here is my Haiku/Lune:

Fuzzy little guy
Lounging there
What will he hide next?

Ok...sorry. I suck at poetry. Just fyi also, Ween has a couple of fabulous tunes about weasels!

StellarRelics said...

I am following your blog...I thought I was already,but apparently not!
Actually, I'm not sure I can even won since I just won my $10 in free beads!! (which, thanks again btw!)

StellarRelics said...

oh, and I pimped your blog on Facebook!

Ample Goddess Jewelry said...

My love for ferret is so great,
my heart melts for her 'til the dusk of day.
The night designs when she's away,
jewelry wrapping, smiling 'til day's dawn.

Her beauty is great,
Wondering mind 'til she sees,
creating is all I do,
While waiting for the moment, for her to say I'll buy.

Cyber Hippie Gypsies said...

can we freely swear here?

TwoIndustriousFerrets said...

Oh Hell yes you can ;-)

Katie said...

Hey I am following you and I am posting about your promotion in my blog....

Here's my corny poem!

There once were two rodents one orange and one white
they had many beads some dark and some light

They strung their beads with one eye on the road
Energetically working in their humble abode

But don't think for a second that the two can't have fun
Because these skillful rodents dance under the sun
After beading and singing along with a good tune
The white and orange rodents will dance with the moon

All the Best,

Katie said...

ps my etsy shop is

happy selling!

Cyber Hippie Gypsies said...


Cyber Hippie Gypsies said...

f*in a*

Cyber Hippie Gypsies said...

did i win the cat pin or the advertising?

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