It was late at night,
a few hours before twilight,
and the laundrey hampster was feeling sort of funny.

It was tired of left socks for treats,
and wanted more to eat ,
to fill its grumbling tummy.

So to the kitchen it went,
after a little time was spent,
looking for its hampster recipe book,

It pulled out pans and pots.
It brought out scarfs and socks,
and a chair to stand in while it cooked.

It made sweatsock stew,
after burning a pan or two,
and added some mayonaise just for taste.

It then made some muffins,
out of turkey stuffing.
and added a jar of saffron, cinnimon and mace.

It made some macaroni,
with handkerchiefs and balognia,
and water from an old used mop.

When it was done,
preparing a feast for one.
to the dining room table it did hop.

It feasted in pure delight,
lit by candlelight,
until it couldn't eat any more.

Leftovers it packed away,
to save for another day,
hidden in the refrigerator door.

It got hopped up on the shelf,
got peanut butter on itself,
on the counter and some on the bread.

With its late day sandwich in hand,
(peanut butter and rubberband)
the little laundry hampster went off to bed.