I had a hamster named Dinky you see,
she had a habit of escaping to locate me.
She’d prowl the house, all night long,
It’s obvious, her searches were often, prolonged.
At times I’d feel her in my bed,
though I was never filled with dread;
for Dinky loved me, oh so dearly,
such passion, she poured into the search, clearly.
Hamsters are like little Houdini’s,
escaping in oh, time’s aplenty.
Dinky was so easy to find,
her tiny trails, I didn’t mind.
Though once or twice, they were quite high,
filling my chest of drawers, so wide.
Between the layers, tiny brown piddles,
her executed escapes, left one big riddle.
Short of a padlock, her home was secured,
with fitted tops, stacks of books, hooks and boards.
But, Dinky Houdini, pulled off many escapes
and I never knew, to what, I’d awake.
