The sneaky thing got stopped dead in it's tracks


Grudge against a rat


The rat!
Ate most of my grains
And left me a thank you stain!
Beholding it gave my heart a twinge of pain

Nothing will appease
Short of a trap
Closing the case with a just snap

And as it chokes you by the neck
I will call to mind how you thought I was a jerk




Poetry by Alfred Iwerebor
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Written on 2007-04-24 at 16:04

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