He rolls around in his little ball.
He's having fun until he hits the wall.
He rolls away, dazed and confused
After he plays, he takes a snooze.
It's early morning when he wakes up.
He takes a sip from his water cup.
He even gets a bite to eat
He takes a walk on his little feet.
After his walk, he heads back home.
Back to his house, his hamster dome.
He's tired again so he takes a nap
His owner holds him, safe in her lap.
He feels safe, he feels secure.
He's Hampton The Hamster...that's for sure. |
Submission Name: Hampton The Hamster
i'm thinking you could almost make this into a riddle, and take away the words "hampster" in the poem and title, and then people could try to guess what your poem is about! haha, just a thought...