Sorry to keep everyone in suspense all day. It’s been a busy week!
The winner this week is Bereaved Single Dad.
The US wants to build a really big wall
It’s to keep bad folk out maybe like Darth Maul
Paris is a beautiful place full of Yellow Vests
A great city to visit especially if you like protests
Canada seemed to have a charismatic leader
Now he seems tainted to the lay reader
The UK is run by a bunch of useless buffoons
Soon to become no more than Trumps spittoon
Clearly we are being failed by our politicians
Yet our rodents have untapped political ambitions
They want to address Climate Change
Rodents want positive action not wasting time on the golf range
They are not happy with our leaders looking after the rich only
Rodents will favour the poor and make sure the rich feel very lonely
They see that nationalism has disastrous consequences
Rodents will build bridges not really big fences
Politicians like to feed on your souls
Rodents like to munch on your toilet rolls
The ruling elite need to tremble
As its time for the Gerbils to Assemble
Congratulations, Bereaved Single Dad! You are the most terrible poet of the week!
As with every week (but a few) so far, I had a difficult time picking just one favorite. I read all the entries three times in differing orders, tilted my head for differing angles, and even tried reading aloud in differing accents.* Bereaved’s poem won for rhyming terrible rhymes every line, referencing politicians and various rodents, and having a generally roundabout point that somewhat resolved (in theory, perhaps) by the end.
Overall, I thought it the best. The rest, of course, will be appointed to various cabinet positions:
This rat’s opinion on political policies
The Desert Fathers – those ancient monks –
spent years trying to debunk
the notion that in order not to sin
one must have an opinion about everythin’.
They spent years purifying their hearts from worldly gain
so on most things had no opin-ian.
These days it’s easier (people scoff)
but I simply turn the TV off.
by Bladud Fleas
Squeak up!, little mouse
for your opinions matter
unless I disagree with ‘em
and call in The Ratter.
You want perfectly semicircular holes
put along the wall
at the bottom
and cheesy triangles, (more holes),
on traps if I got ‘em
but only ones activated by tomcats’ tails!
for once, you’re singing my song
little mouse, we’re going to get along.
by Deb Whittam
No more cheese, for those
Who don’t earn their keep,
Do as I say while I sit here and eat.
Objections, just wait a mo,
I need to consume this camembert
Then I’ll do as I please
Yes taxes are a part of life
What you don’t like my new kitty ride
So just scram or I’ll set the pussies free.
What? This isn’t a dictatorship,
Throw him in that mouse trap
I won’t listen to his claptrap
I’m the President now
All the cheese is mine I say,
Hey don’t overthrow, it’s just a play.
What’s your political opinion?
Do you want to run for office?
Do you want everyone to be your minion?
Or at this game are you a novice?
Are you a socialist?
Maybe you’re a conservative?
Though you’re probably a fascist
Big fascist hamster with no relative
Are you going to put us all in concentration camps?
Are you going to close all the borders?
Are you going to make us just use lamps?
Or are we all going to become hoarders?
Are you going to make us build you a giant hamster wheel?
Or maybe we will toil in factories making you hamster treats
Is your running mate going to be a big grey seal?
Or maybe we will all be unemployed wandering the streets
There in your little hamster cage
I’m not sure I ever want to let you out
What you might do to us is hard to gauge
So just sit there and pout
Mrs. Rat said to Mr. Rat: “Why aren’t you watching TV?”
Mr. Rat threw down his hunk of cheese and said: “Because I’m a rat and you’re a rat and everyone on TV is a rat.”
“But we’re good rats and they’re BAD and MEAN and ARROGANT and SELFISH rats. They’re NOGOODNIK rats!”
“You mean?” asked Mrs. Rat.
“Yes. Politicians. All of ’em. He’s a rat…” Mr. Rat said.
“She’s a rat…” Mrs. Rat answered.
“HERE A RAT…” Mr. Rat yelled.
“THERE A RAT…” Mrs. Rat yelled.
And in unison they said: “Everywhere a RAT, RAT” and ended with a two part harmony of, “And there’s no raaat in Democraaat and keep on eye, yes an eye, on the Mobocraaats.”
Mr. and Mrs. Rat laughed and Mrs. Rat bent over and picked up her husband’s discarded piece of cheese and started to hand it back to her mollified husband but started nibbling it instead, dreamily thinking of a nice dollop of peanut butter on top of that chunk of cheddar. “Well,” she said. “Now I know why you turned off the TV.” She swallowed the cheese and said, “Hey, I feel better after our little duet.”
“I do, too.” Mr. Rat said as he eyed the piece of cheese clutched in her delicate and attractive hands. Suddenly he lost sight of the cheese as he focused on her long and well-groomed nails.
“What do you want to do now?” Mrs. Rat asked provocatively.
Still eyeing Mrs. Rat’s finely-boned hands and sensing her receptivity, Mr. Rat felt his vibrissae quiver and stiffen. He didn’t know if he could afford another dozen babies, especially after last month’s litter, but he didn’t really know if he cared. He’d think about that tomorrow. After all, he thought, tomorrow is another day. “Uh, I don’t know,” Mr. Rat answered. “How about you?”
I’m a fascist rodent in a moderate country
I stand as strong as the sentry
I believe what I believe because I believe what I believe and what I believe is believing in belief:
Belief that liberal hamsters will take their cheese someplace else
Belief that secularism will die! Die! Die
Belief that we’re comin for ya. Yeah, we comin for you little weakminded hamsters
The Philosophical Differences In The American And German Approaches To Trade Policy (Rattus Rattus Version)
by Geoff LePard
The German gerbil
Dominated the world’s Rathaus.
She cleaned her whiskers
And bled her blisters
Caused by her love of Strauss.
Come on you chump
I’ll lead with trumps
Said the toe tapping rodent.
I find it’s the best
Way to road test
Which policies are the most potent.
If you only knew,
Said the pinched face shrew
Who pitched a wicked idea,
What the world really thought
About a rat without
A sausage and gassy beer.
The orange hued hamsta
More goon than gansta
Scoffed when told of her plans.
Sat on his white sofa
He fondled his gopher
And declared her ideas to be pants.
Just build a wall
To keep out them all
He declared with zero decorum
My ideas are a killer,
He addressed the chinchilla
Who chaired the NAFTA trade forum.
We’ll go it alone
He began to intone
And not plan but shoot from the hip
And we’ll play the white hat
And use a fat cat
To drive you rats from the ship.
A Rodent Counteremployment
Hear hear, come to order and mind ye
That when we bang this here gavel we remind thee
That we did not cause the Black Plague, by any means!
‘Twas the fleas on my great Uncle Lou
who first carried the scourge to youse.
‘Twas none of our doin’.
And now onto Matter, Agenda Item, five hundred and forty three
We’ve saved a lot of your sorry behinds from death, haven’t we?
Being tested and prodded, killed and experimented
We’ve saved more lives than 911, you scurvy peasant.
And now, let’s see what the humans are after
Dear me, a wall, pollution, and clear disregard of natural disaster
A debt over a trillion; why when I last checked it was billions
And now they want, wait that can’t be true–surely they care about children more than who’s whom?
Disregard, disregard, onto House Bill Eleventy-Seven
All those in favor of banishing cats and birds alike–say aye!
by Violet Lentz
They call him Crabby Appleton
Tho’ his given name is Gerard
He holds no degree
from any university
He came up fast and hard.
Born just a common sewer rat
He learned at quite a young age
that slipping through cracks
and dealing out wacks
meant spending some time in ‘the cage’.
“There’s got to be a better way!”
He’d exclaimed to his man, Hench
upon his last release
for the quick cut and fleece
of some love birds on a park bench.
On a lark he decided on cracking a book
A thick one, filled chuck full of laws
twas there that he learned
a guy wouldn’t get burned
if he had him a slick set of jaws.
He caught a ride, straight out of the street
and into the house on the hill
by catching some wind
that a senator’d sinned
By messing round with some Judges, Jill.
From there the sky was the limit
as he had made all the proper connects
he won every election
as the only selection
For public servants who value their necks.
So, Vote for Crabby Appleton
Throw in with the self-saving lot
he smiles and he waves
an’ sends men to their graves
as he scales the electoral crab pot.
Make Rats Great Again
The rat’s attack on the opposition was frightening,
He stood upon his soapbox
Promising everything to everyone.
The mice gathered at his feet
Stood aghast with disgust
‘The guys a liar,’ they whispered to each other.
Long the rat regaled them with what was wrong in society
The poor deserved to be poor,
The rich were deserving as they made the poor
Work tirelessly for them.
The mice muttered the rat must be insane
They wanted to shout their repugnance
Boo his policies
When to their left a chorus of cheers broke out
The rat had supporters,
Mice with banners, flags and a voice,
They cheered on the rat
They wore small caps with Make Rats Great Again
The mice looked at each other
Wondered what they might do.
The Rat smiled a malignant smirk
Nodded his head, urging his followers on.
Rodents in the White House
Eating our cheese
Time to exterminate
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*I did not read any of the poems aloud. I have small children. The accent-reading happened in my head.**