Pot Pourri
I bought a little Hamster
To sleep by my bed
The very next morning
I found my Hamster Dead.
I took it back to the shop
To hear what they had to say,
Annoyed that my Hamster
Had only lasted for a day.
The man said I’m amazed
I really really am.
Take it home and boil it
It’ll make a lovely jam.
I did what he said ,
But what an awful taste,
I threw it through the window
Appalled at the dreadful waste.
That very next morning
An almost Wordsworthian scene:
Hordes of nodding Daffodils
Where my grass had been.
The man said I’m amazed
No, I really really am
Normally we’d expect
Tulips from Hamster Jam.
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