So I'm sitting by my window
It's raining at night
I open it up
And see a flash of light
Down below
In the lime glued grate
I see a rat glare at me
With might and hate
He seems very still
But also very bored
I still don't squel
For he has a sword
He busts into my house
And aims it at me
I decide to run
But the fear , makes him glee
So I'm running to Scotland
And running to Spain
But this rat keeps following me
Wanting my pain
So I reach Ireland
And there Aberaham Lincoln stood
He wanted to defend me
Against the rat who wanted my blood
So he took a grenade
As the rat approached the gate
He lobbed it over
And watched the rat's fate
10 minute thing.





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