I killed a rat
On the last day of the year.
It was very fat
Its monstrous size I fear.
I used a tennis bat
And not a spear.
Struck directly at its heart
And blood oozed from its ear.
Outside, the cricket
Song filled the dark sphere.
Above me the crescent
Moon sneer.
So, I threw the rat
And it fell not near.
Looked aside and spat
At the spate of murder this year.
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