A gothic hamster dressed in black
Crept to my kitchen for a snack,
Dark eye liner and backcombed fur
Hiding in shadows, a sinister blur.
I woke up for a midnight feast
Unaware of this gothic beast.
I made some toast, switched the kettle on,
When I turned to eat it, the toast was gone.
Had I lost the plot? Out of my mind?
I scanned the room and what did I find?
A little gothic hamster quite engrossed,
Dropping crumbs on my floor, scoffing my toast.
I coughed to interrupt him, he stopped and looked my way,
His eyes grew wide, he quivered, and he started to sway.
I crouched down low, smiled at him, whispered all was great
He cried and smudged his eyes, sorry for what he ate.
I dried his tears, cuddled him, told him all was fine,
He could come and visit me any time to dine.