Rats on rats on rats
So we had a little rodent problem at our apartment and a friend of mine decided to turn my traumatic experience into his writing assignment for class. Here is his sonnet:
Rid At last your spindly legs have taken flight From within my troubled walls you haunted so. Your quick departure I shall dare not fight, I cannot say I’m sad to see you go. For weeks your scurried steps were all I heard, Your presence felt just inches from my bed. I put down traps to which you would be lured And hoped and prayed that you would end up dead. You lived, and so the exterminator came To rid me of your vermin self at last. Your lungs the gas so wonderfully did maim; At last I’m free from you infernal pest. Yet what’s that crawling in the ceiling that I hear? Baby rats! My God, my biggest fear…
