Ahem. Okay, I’m going to try a poem. So get yourself ready! Herrrre we go:
I am the hamster Master Rogue,
A ‘worthless rodent’ I am called,
along with ‘beggar’ and ‘Swindler Hoag.’
I steal and trick—so be appalled,
I’m not slowed by any drogue*,
So be careful or by me be mauled.
To be mischevious is in vogue,
Though it doesn’t help I’m going bald.
Have you ever seen a bald hamster?
It’s terrible—wait—that doesn’t rhyme!
Ahhh, rogue, bogue, ahhh, mogue—
Oh forget it! I quit! It’s over, I admit!
I can’t rhyme a bit! I’ve lost my wit!
I’m such a twit—a rogue too—
Has this made sense to you?”
*a parachute used to decelerate an object that is moving rapidly