LITTLE SQUEEKY
by patriot moochie-cow

You're a poison this day,
In this foul month of May
You took all the peanuts
I stored away.

You squeak like a wheel
That hasn't been oiled
I seek hope in the day
When your kind is foiled.

Some think that you're cute.
I call you a curse.
I'd rather have cats
But I don't know what's worse.

A rat with style is
A creature of bliss
But don't smile for too long
For my arrows ne'er miss.

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