Bob's Revenge

April 23, 2010
There was a young weasel named Bob
Who belonged to ex-convict mob.
When asked of his crime,
He replied quickly in rhyme,
"Madam, it is merely my job"

Bob once was my kind, loving pet
Who was tired of shots from the vet.
Yet it wasn’t the pain
Or the nurse, oh so vain,
But the tap that he’d never forget.

There was so much I still couldn’t tell,
‘Bout this rodent I thought I knew well.
It was my fitting fate,
That when cleaning a plate,
Bob tapped me so hard that I fell.





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