by Cylito (me)
There once was a town called Never Side,
That seemed to have quite many rules,
By the rules if you didn't abide,
They'd hang you or drown you in a pool.
In this town of preposterous,
There was this quite lovely rat.
Yet this rat was unconscious.
Because the terrible people had hit him with a bat.
The people had placed him in a carrier
A legitly put him on trial
They placed him in a seat, surrounded by barrier
They told him to speak or walk down the aisle
The rat could not speak
And they laughed and called him names
They told him he was weak
And announced they set him on flames
The time came for the rat to perish
A celebration the townspeople shared
The townspeople thought they cherish
When the rat was no longer there
Yet when they did
All they felt was gloom
At night it was mid
And they were suddenly scared of the moon
They did regret
For setting rules you must abide
Sadness they met
In the Town of Never Side
Note: Uh, sorry for the disappointing story of the rat! I really am no animal hater, please do not take this the wrong way.
It was not really about the rat dying, it was about the Town of Never Side and their mistakes.
Please do not take this the wrong way! I hope you understand what I mean! And sorry for the horrible poem, I tried my best. TuT -Cylito