Hannibal Hamster

Its been a little while, so I thought I’d pop in a poem about a gangster hamster, I’ve never quite trusted them.

 

Hannibal Hamster

 

Hannibal hamster was fluffy and round,

He was cuddly, but make no mistake,

He was really a gangster, the worst one around,

And he lived in a hutch by the lake.

 

The animals all were afraid of this guy,

His expression a permanent sneer,

Although tiny, they really could not explain why,

He would strike them with infinite fear.

 

His threatening swagger was slow and cock sure,

He knew he did not have to try,

He had studied kung fu with the masters, offshore,

And he knew how to speak and box Thai.

 

He sharpened his claws to hunt in the night,

His nocturnal mind sharp and lean,

He travelled by plastic ball, lit by moonlight,

He was stealthy and rarely was seen.

 

He was a lone wolf as he pedalled his wheel,

He kept himself firm, trim and buff,

He had cats for minders and trained them to heel,

With the hamster girls he was hot stuff.

 

Hannibal hamster was fluffy and round,

He was cuddly, but make no mistake,

He was really a gangster, the best one around,

And he lived in a hutch by the lake.

 

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