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.
Happenstance?
Or perchance providence
Directs my reluctant path.
An act of folly or vision
To venture out on such a day?
The breeze, dank with autumnal chill
Sighs through the lonesome woodland trail.
Yet whispers of sweet promise
Waft gently through the bracing air
Perfumed by a daub of sweet violet scent.
Dreamy trees, ablaze with autumn's grandeur
Are roused from slumber
And undressed by the breeze,
Releasing flutters of amber,russet and gold
To richly quilt the shivering earth.
Silken brown jewels of summer's labour
Embellish the ground,
Their spiny sides split with laughter.
Such gifts to the soul,
of Wordsworthian simplicity,
Leave me enriched
By this romantic encounter
With nature.
13.02.19
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