Terklington Fluffious Foresterhof,
My grizzled old hamster, is out of his mind. He’s convinced that he lives in a kingdom he rules full of fools. He’s half deaf and all blind. Terklington Fluffious Foresterhof sleeps all day and he parties all night. His gold wheel emits a high, terrible squeal That he pays me to fix with a bite. I scoop up his poop and I freshen his bedding and offer fat seeds he receives with delight. Terklington Fluffious thinks that he’s king! I’m glad that he’s not right. ABOUT THIS POEM: This poem was my entry for Round 2 in the 2019 MadnessPoetry tournament. I lost. But I lost by a very small margin to a very good poet, RJ Clarken. I admit, I didn't take full advantage of the prompt word, "grizzled," but once King Terklington got into my head, there was no budging him. I like the internal rhymes in this verse, and the fact that the hamster's "master" really thinks that he's the one in charge. I also just enjoy hamsters, even when they're cranky.
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authorMs. Betsy's oldest surviving poem is one she wrote in the third grade. "Down in the Sewer" didn't make her popular, but it made a small group of loyal fans very cheerful. Some of the latest poems she's written, "Poems of Galapagos," appeared in Cricket Magazine's July/August 2020 issue. She hopes they'll reach a wider audience than her first poem did, and make more people cheerful...and possibly provoke some thoughts, as well. Archives
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