The Ballad Of The Loopy Hamster

The Ballad Of The Loopy Hamster long poem

“You’ll be safe, I promise”, reassured his mum.
“But its not you who’ll end up sat on your bum!”
A conversation they’d had most every week
but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak.

“Now come along, Harry, stop messing about,
go finish your homework whilst I clean up this house.
The show doesn’t start till the end of the week
and all this chatter is making me Squeak.”

Harry slumped away with a frown on his face,
it wasn’t as if he was scared of the race,
he loved going fast with the wind in his hair
but a loop-the-loop, well that just wasn’t fair.

The circus wagons rumbled and bumped their way
from village to town over many long days,
the shows were such fun and well worth the wait
from building the tents up to opening the gates.

Smiling families came from miles around
to watch the acrobats, the magic and the clowns
but the act they were waiting for, the No.1 star,
was Harry The Hamster in his red racing car.

The children beamed as they watched all his tricks
skidding and spinning his way round the track
until it was time for him to aim for the roof
and attempt to complete the dreaded loop.

A family tradition, passed down through the years
but that didn’t help at all to get him over his fears.
He hadn’t yet made it, though he’d tried really hard,
a last minute panic and he skidded into the yard.

That night as he slept, he tossed and turned
as he dreamt of disaster at the very last turn,
he made it to the top but then ran out of speed,
he landed on his bum and was not very pleased.

The weekend came and they raised the tents
but Harry wasn’t happy for he knew what that meant.
He put on his costume and polished his car
with its flashy white stripes and the shiny chrome bars.

The crowd started clapping and cheering him on
but Harry would be glad when it was over and done.
He whizzed round the track going faster than ever
he was determined this time; it was now or never.

He made the turn lifting up on two wheels
to the sound of cheering and children’s squeals,
racing along to the end of the track
where the loop was waiting, there was no turning back.

He entered the loop with a scream of pure fright
that turned into laughter as he started his flight,
pulling up into the climb, he was having so much fun
as he reached the top, would he land on his bum?

But luck was now with him, he finally saw
he was going to make it, so he cried “Yee Haw!”
Up and under the crest of the loop
he was flying back down with a “Whoop Whoop Whoop!”

At the bottom of the loop he shot out at full pelt
and he couldn’t believe just how good he now felt,
heading straight for the cushions at the end of the run
he came to a stop with a jump; he had won!

The crowd was standing and cheering for more
from Harry The Hamster, the star of the show
as he strutted his way back over to the start
with a spring in his step and joy in his heart.

His friends and his family all shook his hand
till he felt like his arm was a rubber band.
His mum looked on with a tear in her eye
she knew he could do it if he would only try.

That night as she tucked him up in his bed
she bent and kissed him on his soft furry head
“I’m so proud of you, Harry, for not giving up hope
and I always believed the fact that you’d cope”.

Harry smiled and gave a twitch of his nose,
holding his mum in a cuddle so close,
as a lullaby, she started to sing and hum,
he whispered in her ear, “I love you, mum”.

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Certainly a wonderful I would read out to my little one at bedtime:) Loved it!


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