As I whittled a potato to the shape that I desired
I was most disturbed to notice that my gerbil had expired,
Not one to waste the moment, I sliced his corpse apart
And used his tiny gerbil skin as a canvas for my art.

Now little Mr Nibbles is a martyr to my vision
And has the place of honour in my latest exhibition.
Yet somehow I feel saddened, and regret that he is dead,
In future I will only work on hamster skins instead.