Shakespeare for Hamsters

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A poem for Bella, my Chinese dwarf hamster in honour of National Pet Month, which coincides with the month of Shakespeare’s birthday…

Carpe Diem

O hamster mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your pumpkin seeds coming
That can be placed in your coconut bowl.
Come little Bella, you’ll soon be eating.
Journey’s end in seeds and carrots meeting—
Every wise hamster owner doth know.

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You are old, father William!

I love this poem, by Lewis Carroll…

“You are old, father William,” the young man said,
“And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head
Do you think, at your age, it is right?

Father William somersaulting in through the door
Father William somersaulting in through the door (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“In my youth,” father William replied to his son,
“I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.”

“You are old,” said the youth, “as I mentioned before,
And you have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door
Pray what is the reason for that?”

“In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
“I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment one shilling a box
Allow me to sell you a couple?”

“You are old,” said the youth, “and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak
Pray, how did you manage to do it?”

“In my youth,” said his father, “I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.”

“You are old,” said the youth, “one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose
What made you so awfully clever?”

“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,”
Said his father. “Don’t give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I’ll kick you down stairs.

Confused reviews

Promotional photo of Boris Karloff from The Br...

Okay I’ll admit it.  I haven’t been sticking to the read-one-book-at-a-time plan.

It can get confusing when you have several books on the go, but I think I’ve managed to keep each story separate from the others. Like this one:

Hamlet had a ponderous dream where he saw the grotesque ghost of Frankenstein’s monster.  The monster demanded that he take his revenge on the nasty Heathcliff, who was married to flirtatious Juliet but in love with sweet Tess of the d’Urbevilles.  Hamlet then received an important letter from jolly Postman Pat, informing him that he had received a sum of money.  Hamlet believed the money had come from the obsessed old Miss Havisham, but when he falls asleep at the ancient altar of Stonehenge waiting for his arrest, he realizes his benefactor is Heathcliff’s evil brother, Claudius – the man he is supposed to kill…

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