Best Hamster Poems
with apologies to William Blake
Hamster! Hamster! Spinning 'round
As the chimes of midnight sound,
Must you run that wheel so late
When I'd rather take sleep's bait?
Your actions make me ponder
This endless need to wander;
To run, though you have no goal,
As if Satan sought your soul.
O hamster, mine, please explain
Why you needs must cause me pain?
Why eschew the sun's bright beam
For Mistress Moon's cold white gleam?
Though born to be nocturnal,
Aspire to life diurnal
Lest your status in this house
Sink to equal that of Mouse
And your handsome fuzzy back
Provide Kitty with a snack,
Bringing silence at long last
After Kitty's said repast.
Hamster! Hamster! Spinning 'round
As the chimes of midnight sound
Must you run that wheel so late
When I'd rather take sleep's bait?
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The Tyger
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Fluffy floppy furball
Chewie chompie carnivorous
Nom nom nom
Hairy little rodent,
Happily nibbling seeds.
Hungry, he stuffs his cheeks,
Hoarding food for later.
Having rested all day,
He now proceeds to play.
Hear him now on his wheel.
Kim Merryman
2/17/17
my little hamster
has four tails
he runs on his wheel
all day long
he doesn't get tired
because he eats
a lot of food
Hammy the hamster’s gone to Heaven
We didn’t say goodbye
I loved him oh so dearly
Why did he have to die
I just got up this morning
And found him in the loo
My little pet, his fur all wet
What am I going to do
My little brother Liam said
Don’t worry, he’ll be fine
I thought he’d like a little swim
Last night at half past nine
Now little Liam is ill in bed
And Mummy’s in a rage
Cos I force fed little Liam
With the bits from Hammy’s cage
The brown and white color on its thick fur makes brown one of my favorite colors.
When it freezes and not moves,
Laughter flows through my body.
When It sleeps I even feel sleepy!
The warmness of it makes me feel warm too.
It is so powerfully cute,
Happiness is me.
I feel like it wants to say something,
When it stares at me with those big black eyes.
It's furry little nose
Makes me want to kiss it!
(read as fast as you can with an annoying high pitched hamster like voice)
The hamster was in the road one day and BOOM!! he got hit by a garbage truck.
Hamster was singing in the swimming pool one day and a person jumped in and Boom! goes the hamster
Hamster climbed his way to the top of a five foot window (which is like mount everest for a hamster) and BOOM!
Hamster goes BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!!!
Either the hamster has bad luck, or is just REALLY CLUMSY...
Bye!!!
On new years eve you came to me
in a little cage as cute as could be
so happy and full of life you were
with a little pink nose and soft brown fur
everyday in your cage you would run on the ground
or inside your ball you would spin round and round
making everyone laugh with your soft little squeak
in my palm you would sleep looking so sweet
but on christmas eve when you closed your eyes
while laying in my hand you did not wake to my cries
you stayed very still as if just in sleep
I pulled you to my chest and started to weep
In my mind swam pictures of what we had done
that one year of your life had been full of much fun
that's when my mom came in and saw you there
my dad took you from me with the greatest of care
I wanted to bury you out in the lawn
but my dad said no and then you were gone
Goodbye wiskers your story may end
but I will still count you my very best friend
11-1-2013
Once upon a time there was a little boy,
who had a bedroom filled with lots of toys.
But, of all he had he loved one thing better,
his little hamster he named Digger.
Now, Digger loved his little hamster home.
He has his own toys, but he was still alone.
Bubba would take Digger out each and every day.
Until his best friend Lucas would come over to play.
Digger wished he has a best friend of his own.
He had plenty of room in his little hamster home.
Then one night by the light of the moon.
There came a little stranger into Bubba's room.
Digger looked him up and down and lifted his nose to smell.
"You look like me," he said, "but your grey and have a long tail."
"My name is Charlie," he replied "and I'm a mouse."
"My family has made a home underneath your house."
Charlie jumped on Diggers cage and looked down the tunnel hole.
"Grab my tail, I'll pull you up and sight seeing we will go."
Charlie came for Digger when it was dark at night.
Then, bring him back before the morning light.
They played their game for many nights until they heard
Momma yell.
"There is a mouse in the house and it has a long grey tail!"
Charlie came to say goodbye, "We are moving down the rode."
"Papa say's when Momma's yell it is time to go."
Sadly, Digger watched Bubba and Lucas for many days.
He missed Charlie and the games they played.
Bubba noticed Digger was sad and knew just what to do.
"I have a surprise," Bubba said "Just for you."
When Bubba opened up the cage and stuck in his tiny hand.
Out crawled a little brown hamster who said,
"I'm George will you be my best friend?"
one thing missed
then two fall down
not a baby
left to drown
just simple things
oft forgotten
bananas left
black and rotten
bunnies made of
hair and dust
conspiracies of
dirt and rust
gather, gather
piling high
they just get worse
as days go by
spend a day with
broom and mop
working 'til you
think you'll drop
what is clean
won't stay that way
never even merely
for a day
webs of cob hang
from the ceiling
mocking me
(you know the feeling)
endless, endless
is the filth
defeating me and
harming health
inadequate is
how I feel
can't keep up on
this endless wheel
where has all my
life-force gone?
no more strength
to sing this song
dust and dirt has
me defeated
I guess I'll just...
remain seated.
When I got my hamster,
I was really happy.
I couldn't keep my happiness in.
I loved my hamster
As much it can be loved
She looked at me,
She squeaked at me!
I named her little Laila!
I kept her, and gave her love!
There once was an old hamster named Neil
Who, when he ate too large of a meal
Would rise from the table
And say he was able
But then he’d fall asleep at the wheel
I wish I was a hamster
storing food in my cheeks
or a pretty caramel mouse
that sneaks and readily squeaks
I wish I was a lizard
or a horn toad
running in the desert
with a heart of gold
Dear Santa, I want a Hamster cage,
A small one with exercise wheel.
You brought one for Roger last year,
Please do what you can, I appeal.
Dad, Can I have a Hamster?
Somebody’s stolen my hamster
It was there when I went up to bed
My sister is sitting there laughing
And saying my hamster is dead
She thinks that it’s ever so funny
That Hammy keeled over and died
Then she showed me where Hammy was buried
And I fell to my knees and I cried
The tears only lasted a minute
When a thought entered into my head
If my hamster has gone up to heaven
Can I have a new puppy instead ?
© John W Fenn 16-02-2009