25 October 2012

I wanted a pet

Cute and easy to keep.

So a bought a hamster

So little and cheap.

“An ideal pet Sir”

The shopkeeper said:

32 hours and the hamster was dead.

Undeterred, I bought another;

I was told he was the last ones brother.

I left him to settle into his home

Of compartments and tunnels in which he could roam.

He ran about and seemed quite contented,

But it soon came about that the thing was demented.

I couldn’t hold him without a fight;

All he did was spit and bite.

And it soon became clear that he couldn’t be handled

Without my fingers and palms being mangled.

He was noisy at night and slept through the day;

Making a din on his wheel as he played.

A number of times he woke me from bed;

And I hoped when I woke that he’d just drop down dead.

And when friends came over to play with my pet

He’d wee on their clothes and make them all wet.

What is the point in having these creatures?

Please, someone point out their redeeming features.

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