On Galvanizing Spartan Surfaces
The mouse crept closer to its goal
Of world dominion before tea
By nibbling some tiny holes
into the crease behind the knee
Where cloth once sound is not quite whole
The rat was watching from behind
A kind of tea-chest made from oak:
It knew its foes concealed their finds
From an unruly stinking bloke,
Who'd vowed to extirpate their kind
| Contributors: | fester, Apsley, Toni, dkb, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 5th December 2001. |