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.