A Raturday At My Bay!

Mary Kirkland has a raturday every single Monday. Unless she stopped by now at her sea. I am doing this in April during the A to Z. Look, a plug for a few things there. Time to rip off rats at my lair.


Rats can swim,Rats can drink.They sure aren't dim,At least, I think.
 Can get in a house,And scurry around.Bigger than a mouse,Smaller than a hound.
Hunted by a cat,Unless the cat is prissy.Then score one for the cat,Can even scare a missy.
Missy as in human girl.Many of them shriek.Take the ear drums for a whirl,Could break off any peak.
 An avalanche of rat,That would scare me.I guess tit for tat,For felines sea to sea.
What is tit for tat?Do you even know?Maybe ask a rat.They get down real low.
They can play.They can run.Can hide in hay,Until down goes the sun.
Can get in trash.Can get in feed.They have a bash,Eating what they need.
In the dark they run.In the dark they hide.When on come lights or sun,Away goes a rat tide.
They fly through the air.They fly every which way.Flying by the pair.Hey, at least they didn't stay.
The cat has had dealings with them way back when. They ate the peacock food at our old den. Hundreds of them, no joke, ran about. That was enough to make me shout. A rat army coming after me. That can't be good for my OCD. Ever see rats in mass? Such a mass can scare my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.