Poetry war–Just a rat

Soooo….you want to horse around with Limericks? You rat!  Top this with icing and a candle!

I’ll bet you can’t write a poem like this one!   I’ll get the (worst) poet of the year award yet!

rat

At Christmas time I had to find

a gift my father wouldn’t break.

With 50 cents there wasn’t much…

Except a rat, meant for a snake.

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The day I bought my dad The Rat

he shook his head and looked aghast

“Why the hell did you bring me THAT?”

“He was so cute,”  I said in jest.

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“Cute, my ass!”  My father replied

My mother simply stood and sighed

She said,  “I’ll fetch that old bird cage,

No need to curse and rant and rage.”

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Back at the university

I wondered where the rat might be

Still alive?  Dispatched with an axe?

Would my father EVER relax?

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Just 3 months later, back at home,

A cage hung in the living room

It seemed to stand there all alone

I wondered how Rat met his doom.

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My father smiled and said with joy

I have a treat, come here my boy

A tiny nose stuck through a space

to gently look into his face

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He talked to it, not like before,

my father was so much at ease

and then he opened up the door

to hand the rat a piece of cheese.

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A pet my father called “The Rat.”

was pampered like a Persian cat

and every month The Rat gained weight

I wondered what would be his fate.

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My father grieved more than I knew

the day The Rat ceased to exist

for only mom, and very few

would know how much The Rat was missed.