Contributed by Vanessa
He sat in his carrier,
Staring at me,
I stared right back,
So many names he could be!
Cinnimon?, or Cookie?
Tulip?, or Belle?
What should it be?
It's so hard to tell!
I munched on my Pretzel,
I tasted the butter,
I loved the salt,
My stomach did flutter!,
He won't be called Tulip,
He won't be called Belle,
The name for my hamster,
Just MUST be Pretzel!
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