A Rat in a Southampton Park
Updated: Apr 3, 2019
The stories do not befit you, rat, Harbinger of Disease, Plaything of cat. Sure, you once brought with you plague, But that was far from yesterday, In fact you are much sweeter now; Shed the black, A coat of Brown Is how you stand before me, rat, But there’s precious little time for that, For, rat, our time was only brief, That running man, A chronal thief Why did you flee? He meant no harm, Spare robbing me of playful charm. I’d question why you’re terrified, But now I think I’ve realized, The reason you were so surprised Was I were in your house. Not mine.