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!
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.
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.
“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.”
Back at the university
I wondered where the rat might be
Still alive? Dispatched with an axe?
Would my father EVER relax?
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.
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
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.
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.
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.