A rat roams
Ravaging for rations
Seeks shelter simmering
From a summers storm
Amongst brush
Bruised and blushed
He fuss and frets
Until the rain let's
Then scurries scuttle
And skittles away
Into the darken day
Daintily dazed
He manage his way
Through a mousey maze
Into a house
Through a crack he creeps
Cleverly concealed
Until a meal he seeks
Then out in the open
He silently streaks
Towards a prize of cheese he see's
Sitting atop a wooden plate
Waiting to be seized
He rushes races
Radically forward
Redemption
Finally at hand
And upon reaching
The threshold of
Success
His life ends
With a loud bang
Without regret
For rats you see
It's all about
Chasing cheese
This has been an exercise in alliteration. No actual rats were harmed in the writing of this poem. 🤓 dcm.
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