Universal Generalisations Are Tiresome
The chief delight of Roland Rat
Was eating little bits of cat
He'd savour every single bite
That gratified his appetite
Enraptured by the taste and smell
Of lightly varnished dardanelle
He'd eat until he felt unwell
Yet when the constellations changed
He found that cat now tasted strange
His palate turned to haute-cuisine
Like truffled sauces made with cream
With springs of parsley jammed on top
And lines of goulash all a-slop
He never did know when to stop
His brother rodents, clamb'ring round
All laughed out loud to see they'd found
The world's first truly spheroid rat
Who redefined the notion, 'fat'
With his rotundity of form
He quite defied the rodent norm
Yet still ate on without a qualm
Yet with the seasons rolling by
He often asked the question, "Why
Am I the butt of such contempt?"
Yes, Roland was a sad rodent
Until he hit upon this ploy:
"I'll hire myself out as a toy"
And got his kicks from others' joy
| Contributors: | fester, Roland, Anon., Apsley, TG, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 3rd May 2000. |