I once had a hamster named Harriet.
She looked so nice and sweet,
But get on the wrong side of her,
she woukd have had ur fingers for meat.
Cleaning her cage was a pain,
overpretective issues,
I did fell some shame,
for the creature that lay in the cage.
Poking food in was all I could do,
she'd snatch it straight from my fingers.
Sometimes when her wheel got stuck,
no other option, the stick had to be used.
Too afraid to get attacked,
I poked my little stick in to move the wheel,
but when Harriet sensed it's precense,
well, the stick would have been eaten,
if I hadn't pulled it out instantly.
You could even lift the stick up,
and she'd hang on for a while.
You may think that she had problems,
yes, she certainly did.
To attack anyone and anything though,
I considered that a sin.
One day when my friend came over,
Harriet, her name was.
It was a joke to name my hammie that.
Thought it funny at the time.
Harriet wanted to see my two pets.
Harry the incredibly docile, Harriet the vicious thug.
I showed her Harry,
but she kept annoying him.
He did not bite at all,
no sigh of attack,
felt quite sick afterwards,
from what I can guess, since he retrieved to his cosy bed.
Then it came,
the day of reckoning for Harriet the vicious thug.
I did try to warn my friend,
honestly, i did try.
Of course, having pets of her own, having more experience of animals,
she didn't listen...
We put the cage on the floor, with the hammie from hell inside,
opened the cage door, big Hatty put her hand inside.
........
Pulled it out.....
Before I knew the situation, the hamster fell on the floor,
My friend lay on her knees bleeding,
her hand with blood assured.
So much blood, enough to fill a wine glass,
I trapped the hell hamster in a bowl
Big Hatty yelled at me to get some paper towls,
instead I got the medikit.
In my room, she found some tissue paper,
stopping the blood from pouring,
imagine if a vampire where here now,
there would be blood and guts on everything.
So the next day, we took the hell creature back to the shop.
Along with me came my friend, she had slept over for a night.
First sleepover I ever had. I remembered vividly the bloody site.
We told the shop owner what happened,
her face, it wasn't glad.
Quite sad really,
at the tale of our hamster gone bad.
So we exchanged her, got one with virtually the same appearence.
My friend picked it for me, I wasn't sure about the hamster.
Kiki was what I called her,
Not Lyoko, or Lee chan.
Now nearly a year later, October when I had her,
she stays in a cage in my room.
She's much prettier now.
Kiki is a lovely thing,
more gentle then Harry.
Not as stupid though, not the same cute naivness as Harry.
I love my kiki, though slightly less then Harry.
What would you expect, afterall?
Harry was my firt baby.
So that's the story of my second hammie.
A girl hammie that was bad.
I never knew what happened to her,
though i'm not that sad.
I hope there is a place for Hatty, the little vicious thug,
right up in heaven, if she's dead already.
Maybe she's still alive, in someone elses home, in a cosy cage.
It would be nice to think that, though I highly doubt it.
Farewell Hatty. Our relationship wasn't good at all, but I did try to love you regardless.
She looked so nice and sweet,
But get on the wrong side of her,
she woukd have had ur fingers for meat.
Cleaning her cage was a pain,
overpretective issues,
I did fell some shame,
for the creature that lay in the cage.
Poking food in was all I could do,
she'd snatch it straight from my fingers.
Sometimes when her wheel got stuck,
no other option, the stick had to be used.
Too afraid to get attacked,
I poked my little stick in to move the wheel,
but when Harriet sensed it's precense,
well, the stick would have been eaten,
if I hadn't pulled it out instantly.
You could even lift the stick up,
and she'd hang on for a while.
You may think that she had problems,
yes, she certainly did.
To attack anyone and anything though,
I considered that a sin.
One day when my friend came over,
Harriet, her name was.
It was a joke to name my hammie that.
Thought it funny at the time.
Harriet wanted to see my two pets.
Harry the incredibly docile, Harriet the vicious thug.
I showed her Harry,
but she kept annoying him.
He did not bite at all,
no sigh of attack,
felt quite sick afterwards,
from what I can guess, since he retrieved to his cosy bed.
Then it came,
the day of reckoning for Harriet the vicious thug.
I did try to warn my friend,
honestly, i did try.
Of course, having pets of her own, having more experience of animals,
she didn't listen...
We put the cage on the floor, with the hammie from hell inside,
opened the cage door, big Hatty put her hand inside.
........
Pulled it out.....
Before I knew the situation, the hamster fell on the floor,
My friend lay on her knees bleeding,
her hand with blood assured.
So much blood, enough to fill a wine glass,
I trapped the hell hamster in a bowl
Big Hatty yelled at me to get some paper towls,
instead I got the medikit.
In my room, she found some tissue paper,
stopping the blood from pouring,
imagine if a vampire where here now,
there would be blood and guts on everything.
So the next day, we took the hell creature back to the shop.
Along with me came my friend, she had slept over for a night.
First sleepover I ever had. I remembered vividly the bloody site.
We told the shop owner what happened,
her face, it wasn't glad.
Quite sad really,
at the tale of our hamster gone bad.
So we exchanged her, got one with virtually the same appearence.
My friend picked it for me, I wasn't sure about the hamster.
Kiki was what I called her,
Not Lyoko, or Lee chan.
Now nearly a year later, October when I had her,
she stays in a cage in my room.
She's much prettier now.
Kiki is a lovely thing,
more gentle then Harry.
Not as stupid though, not the same cute naivness as Harry.
I love my kiki, though slightly less then Harry.
What would you expect, afterall?
Harry was my firt baby.
So that's the story of my second hammie.
A girl hammie that was bad.
I never knew what happened to her,
though i'm not that sad.
I hope there is a place for Hatty, the little vicious thug,
right up in heaven, if she's dead already.
Maybe she's still alive, in someone elses home, in a cosy cage.
It would be nice to think that, though I highly doubt it.
Farewell Hatty. Our relationship wasn't good at all, but I did try to love you regardless.
