My hamster

I wrote this poem after my hamster died last spring break on easter day:( soo RIP RON

he's playful and joyful

he sits on an block of wood

he doesn't live in the hood

he could if he would

eat the whole place

chases and races

he sleep all day

and leap all night

he wish he could fly an kite

fluffy and furry

runs in an hurry

he sleeps in an ball

and walks the halls

which he only stand 5 inches tall

he calls in an sqeak

and then don't make an peep

i miss him dearly

wish he didn't leave me

my gangsta hamster

now rest in peace

at least he's not an reese piece

 

Reviews

[Sean Allen]

Keep at it, this is cute.