Wednesday, April 15, 2009

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.

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