The passing of our goldfish
brought tears to all our eyes
but came the problem of 'disposal'
once we'd all said our 'goodbyes'
To place it in the waste bin
would be such a big mistake
before long that fishy garbage
would the local cat's supper make.
i came to the conclusion
that in water a fish should be,
so flushed down the 'water closet'
and gave it a 'burial at sea'
Now as the years passed on slowly
new pets then caught their eye
not wanting goldfish in a tank,
it was a hamster I had to buy
but two years on came that day
when hammy took his final breath
lying curled and stiff inside his bed
the hamster looked peaceful in death.
once again burial plans were made,
and just dropped him down the loo
the handle pushed, the water flushed
but hammy stayed afloat, in view.
I grabbed the brush and poked him down
pulled the handle and flushed once more
he just floated there inside the bowl
as I collapsed exhausted on the floor
now thinking of what I had done
I couldnt bare the thought,
of sitting there in an hours time,
oh the blush that thought it brought.
of poor old hammy popping up,
as something just popped down,
it's then I knew my big mistake,
furry balls you just can't drown
grabbing the sodden furry body
wrapped it in tissue from the roll
then once again with brush in hand
I stuffed it down the 'bowl'
Flush and flush and flush again,
I closed my eyes, afraid to view
it vanishing around the bend
at the bottom of the 'loo'
At last the thing had disappeared
i breathed and squealed with glee
realising that you cannot give
a hamster a common 'burial at sea'
Adding your comment:
Dee
OMG! ROFL! Ann! This is freakin hilarious 
... You penned it beautifully...
its amazing what comes out after odd late night conversations 
