by Zorlone

Created on: February 22, 2009

The rat was a goner
(An ABC poem)

A thud sounded loudly in the kitchen.
Behold, a rat, running amok!
Clambering through pots and pans,
dangling its dirty tail behind.
Each step it made, disgusted me.
For I know why it ran and hid.
"Get him!" my mother cried out loud.
Hurriedly, I grabbed a club.
I swung it over, but the rat was guile, and it
jumped crazily, faced me, as if to smile.
Knocking the plates, banging the pans.
Luckily I was able to corner it,
motionless, it stared back.
"No!" as if it begged
"Oh! You think you can fool me?" I said.
Plead as much as you want.
Quickly I swung my club,
ran it went, briskly I followed. It
searched for more places to hide.
Tossed out hindrances, I tried.
Under the table it went and I trailed.
Viola! One swing I caught its head.
Whimpering at first, then it went still.
X-living is zilch!
You know this house is now clean,
zany was the rat, but gone it is.

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