I try to speak the language of hamsters. But the translation gets all gerbiled.
My love for small sunbaked rodents is in tanned gerbil.
Compared to a pig, falling in love with a rodent is nothing. Especially when it’s the pork you pine.
If something drives you batty, relax, take a deep breath, and just say “I don’t give a flying fox.”
Helping small rodents makes me thirsty for lemming aid.
Poor hamsters run in circles, but posh rodents enjoy the ferrets wheel.