I have lamb on the pan,
and a rat out my back,
Questions rumble,
around,
in my mind.
Is this one simple meal,
causing torment unreal,
to that rat?
are my actions,
unkind?
Is his rat-mind in hell?
Does that lamb-burger smell
make him want,
to break down,
my back door?
Does he watch from his lair,
With an envious stare,
In his mind,
does he let,
a Rat-Roar?
Does the smell of the meat
make his rat-stomach leap?
(Rodents eat,
very often,
I've read).
I should purchase a trap:
kill that rat with a snap,
Or perhaps,
I should feed him,
instead.
No! the feeding of rats,
is proscribed in these parts,
"Rats are vermin,
Not creatures,
for pettin'"
This rat-tails' at an end,
We can never be friends.
Is it callous,
that I'm,
after gettin'?
and a rat out my back,
Questions rumble,
around,
in my mind.
Is this one simple meal,
causing torment unreal,
to that rat?
are my actions,
unkind?
Is his rat-mind in hell?
Does that lamb-burger smell
make him want,
to break down,
my back door?
Does he watch from his lair,
With an envious stare,
In his mind,
does he let,
a Rat-Roar?
Does the smell of the meat
make his rat-stomach leap?
(Rodents eat,
very often,
I've read).
I should purchase a trap:
kill that rat with a snap,
Or perhaps,
I should feed him,
instead.
No! the feeding of rats,
is proscribed in these parts,
"Rats are vermin,
Not creatures,
for pettin'"
This rat-tails' at an end,
We can never be friends.
Is it callous,
that I'm,
after gettin'?
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