Saturday, December 23, 2006

A Christmas Story

'Twas the night before the night before Christmas
When all through the office
Not a creature was stirring
Except for the rat
Who was busy gnawing and chewing
And leaving some scat

When I discovered this lovely surprise
I rubbed my eyes in hopes that they told lies
But there in the back there was the rat scat
And a little cozy nest made from the door mat

And so I cleaned and I screamed then carted it away
In hopes that the creature(s) would not return today
I patched all the holes with big chunks of wood
And found more and more scat, and thought, "Oh good"

So we all go to sleep with only a little to dread
While visions of virulent poops dance in our heads

1 comment:

R.U.P. said...

That's delightful! Sure to become a holiday classic.