The Writers' Circle

I dearly miss my Hamster,
it died, god rest its soul.
I found it yesterday morning,
face down in his little bowl.

Now I need to bury him,
In a final place of rest.
I thought about the lawn,
but the flower bed looked best.

I was going to make a coffin,
just a small one made of wood.
But all I have is a jam jar,
and I don't know if I should.

He didn't fit the first time,
so I minced him fine and smooth.
Before I poured him in the jar
its not like he would move.

So I dug a little hole
and placed the jar inside.
And covered him with soil
as I thought how he had died.

Maybe I shouldn't have given him
that shot of two of beer.
But it was on his birthday, 
to celebrate one year.

So now I stand and shed a tear
and although as upset as I am.
I hope that what I've heard is right.
That you get Tulips from Hamster Jam.

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