Hamster on the Isle of L'alamonde
*Hamster on the Isle of L'alamonde *//It was early Autumn, and Hamster, fraught and / /thithered by the sounds and smells of the shellacked / /shotgun in the lilacless green, decided it was / /about time to leave the island of L'alamonde. / // /T'ad been a great summer but his lazy bones / /demanded more and different stimulation than / /he could find riding around in his pram of garlands. / /Yonder Buckingham beckoned through the frizzled stew! / // /Setting out into the water, loathe to get wet / /he used his frying pan hands to manglehandle / /the fractious maw, the crimson cranium with / /a firm set of his own cesium jaw. / // /Strictly, hardly, bedlam chewed at his / /inner bedposts and bedrails of exquisite tarnation / ...

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