12 June 2012
My hamster has a skateboard. When he rides it, though, he falls. He takes off like a maniac and crashes into walls.
He screams, "Geronimo!" and then goes crashing down the stairs. He's good at knocking tables down and slamming into chairs.
He'll slalom through the living room and then you'll hear a, "Splat!" which means that he's collided with my mother or the cat.
He plows right into cabinets, and smashes into doors, I think he's wrecked on every bed and every chest of drawers.
It's fun to watch him ride because you're sure to hear a smash. He doesn't skate so well but, boy, he sure knows how to crash.
--Kenn Nesbitt
Poem • Opuss № I