Skuzzball was always there,
Eating and playing with out a care.
Soft and warm he always was,
A small, fat ball of fuzz.

All night he would nibble and run,
He always had a lot of fun.
I always loved to see his tiny face,
Running in his wheel as if it were a race.



Skuzzball started getting old.
One day his tiny body was cold.
I dug very far down,
And placed his body in the ground.

Now he is no longer here.
I miss that little hamster that I loved dear.
Someday we will meet again.
I will miss him until then.

Hahaha!

I don't get the "new humour." I'm going to go read some George Carlin now. You should, too, fan of Richard Gere.