Questioning Rat
By: Starath
The little rat came down the street
Padding softly on small pink feet
He can across a man, tall and thin
And sat up with a whiskery grin
Asking politely,
“Eh… Excuse me sir, could you help me please?
Would you know where I could find some cheese?”
The man looked down at him and said,
“Although it is quite strange to hear a rat speak
I can think of no other question that
Would come from a questioning rat.”