The Birial of Stinky
We buried the fat hamster by moonlight.
A shoebox lowered into a shallow trench.
"He won't be coming back
will he Dad?”
This said with eyes and fists tightly shut.
"One day, when you are an old man.
I'll bring him back in my coat pocket;
next time though
no more chocolate for stinky”
Long thoughtful pause:
Okay.
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