The rat’s skin was scraped off the flesh
As I tied it up to the mailbox.
I screamed in delight when you pulled
Up and questioned my sanity.
Come; let us walk to the tool shed
As I explain my position on global
Warming.
You… are whispering nonsense.
But, in a cute sort of way;
And I think to myself it’s a shame.
We smile and goad each other
About our manliness. Not exactly.
I decide in my twisted innocence,
Not to.
Think I give a rat's *&%@? ? Haha. Seriously, this was fun, too. Last one I've got time for, S. Thanks for the rating and comment. My beastly best. B.E.P.
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I would like to translate this poem
Goad with a stick! The tale was told