Poetry

I opened my garage door one day 

And let in a rat.  

He was fine at first,  

With his cute little whiskers and nose. 

But then he started chewing stuff up. 

And trying to get inside. 

I kept him out and that was that, 

But then that stupid thing bit me. 

I couldn’t get him out. 

So I let in a cat. 

The cat did his job and got out the rat 

But now I have a cat. 

The cat is happy here, 

With a place to eat and comfort provided 

And a place to hide when it gets too rough 

But I know that cat isn’t mine. 

Now my garage door is cracked.  

I want to close it but I can’t. 

Because he needs the food 

And I’ve grown attached.