I should not be here in this house of hell.
This place of doom and dismay.
Where only the rats come out to play.
Feed me says Mr. Whiskers, So I let him have a bite.
Go ahead Mr. Whiskers satisfy your appetite.
Take a nibble on my fingers go ahead I don't mind
Help me hide from what I really fear … take another bite.
Foot steps are coming and they are bigger than a rat's.
I circled back to this house I guess I was in a trance
I need to stay away from Lafayette Marquette
He will get me I bet. Mr. Marquette is the deadliest yet.
With yellow sharp teeth and an evil stare.
He will laugh at you historically without a care.
He will swallow you whole and spit out the bones dry.
Tonight my rodent friend … I'm going to die … just die.
About the Creator
Kyle Shamburg
I am an Illustrator who likes to write.
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