Once in a blue moon
I was up early on Sunday
I hanged in there
For my breakfast
Then I recalled
‘bout my mother who was
Feeling under the weather
Was at the doctor's with father
Suddenly I sited
A cat and a brat rat
Freaking out
At each other in vain
And I saw my living area
Which was into bits and
I was in a pickle
Cause both were my pets
I dug in my heels
And stuck my guns
To leave no stone unturned
I had to clean it
Before someone stepped in
But unfortunately
I wasn't quick enough
the bell rung
our families police had me handcuffed.
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