Plight Of The Muskrat Poem by Bryan Taplits

No more Saturdays
and that says it all,
The romps and joys of living free-
came just before her fall.

It never was discovered just what led to her demise
But what was sure-and could not be cured-
Was that wet pelt and all her lies.
And the bottom line was she wasn't kind-
And so at the end no longer fine.

She never knew her limits;
And her boundings were never enough
She had enemies galore
all who wished
to up the score
because
she was such a musk.

But came the day a foe waylaid her
Laying her out in nothing flat
Because I suppose-
though I suspect but can't know-
Besides a musk she was also a rat.