jungle house

unedited version. very rough writing, but i don't know what i want to change, so tell me what you think?

little doggies are munching on my
windowpanes. they go "nom nom
nom" and they won't stop, because
it tastes like licorice to them and
they don't know that licorice is
poison for puppies.

woodpeckers tap-tap-tap against
the floorboards. seems to me that
they think it's real wood but, i
guess they're unaware of the optical
illusion.

there may just still be beetles under
there, though, scurrying around
in the pipes running along every inch
of the house, wondering, wondering,
what leads where and how on earth
am i going to get out?

there is a great white shark swimming
in the bathroom sink. he circles and
circles, looking for corners, looking
for dinner, but he would be better off
in the square kitchen sink, where
we are having sushi for supper.

in the kitchen i find two walruses,
yelping their nautical songs into
the oven and scratching up the
tiles with their overgrown tusks,
uncaring towards the damage
they've created.

one room over i find a gray wolf,
howling to the moon he sees
on our ratty old tablecloth;
and i'm sure that if i spoke
canine i'd realize his tune sounds
just like an old country song.

a monkey swings over the
chandelier in the foyer, eating
a stolen banana from the fruit
bowl on the table, too engrossed
in his food to realize that the
metal and lights is no jungle vine.

and here i am in this little jungle
house, doing what humans do
best--surviving. but will i make
it, that's the question.

and i guess that's something
we all have in common.
not knowing.

Author's Note

i want to do some minor changes to make it flow better but i don't know what, so help with that please, and i make everything lowercase on purpose so dont worry about that :^]