My body houses eleven rats
They nibble and chew at my heart
The first one’s not afraid of cats
The second finds murder an art
The third one often plays dirty
Keeps running around here and there
The fourth is granted full liberty
The fifth rat is her heir
The sixth rat drinks all my blood
The seventh likes to have a smoke
The eighth one rolls around in mud
The ninth’s too wise for a joke
The tenth has a library to keep
Literature of all known pains
The last one puts everyone to sleep
So tomorrow they can start again
To destructive to be paid…
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π?
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May I share this on a poetry site of mine? Full credit given, as understood. π
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Yes, you may
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Kind of like This Little Piggy on steroids, the nightmare version.:-)
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Wow that’s some post!
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