Ode to a Wrestling Hampster

Into the palm of my hand you fit,

As I slather you with all my spit.

You are my King, and I'll forever be your Queen,

For you smell like Taco Sauce, and polyethelate styrene.

I will never see your face,

Your masked head ne'er will be bare,

But I will ever love,

And you forever will be fair.

Our lips may never truely touch,
But do not grieve.
I will always love you,
And you can never leave.