It was quiet
So the rat king
Thought that he might
Do a dance scene.
But then he saw
A scary girl
Dressed in a nightgown
She did a twirl.
Not wanting
To be rude
His offered paw
Met prickly attitude.
Despite his best
Attempts at civility
He was met
With outright hostility.
And so the pink shoe
Landed smack
Upon his crowned head
It began to crack.
And thus it ends
How it does each year
When rat meets girl
There’s only fear.
Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC
It was quiet
So the rat king
Thought that he might
Do a dance scene.
But then he saw
A scary girl
Dressed in a nightgown
She did a twirl.
Not wanting
To be rude
His offered paw
Met prickly attitude.
Despite his best
Attempts at civility
He was met
With outright hostility.
And so the pink shoe
Landed smack
Upon his crowned head
It began to crack.
And thus it ends
How it does each year
When rat meets girl
There’s only fear.
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