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They Gathered Outside My House
Unlike the model T Ford
They come in both black and brown
And also unlike model T
It’s brown that is getting me down
But what I refer to is no early car
And it isn’t a cute little mouse
It’s whopping great rats and they frightened my cats
As they gathered outside my house
I’ve baited the snap traps with chocolate and cheese
And, boy, are those rats hard to please
I’ve even tried peanuts and freshly popped peas
And tuna was barely a tease
They’re climbing my bird table like they’re on speed
And wolfing down copious volumes of seed
They extricate bait out of all of the traps
I’ll catch one tomorrow… perhaps… perhaps
Those hideous creatures are still in my yard
Should catching some rats ever be quite this hard
I’m halfway doolally from rodent war-games
And totally bonkers… for giving them names.
Copyright ©
Terry Flood
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