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This page consists of Rat
Poetry, generated by rat lovers across the world. As more poetry is
submitted, I will display it on this page. Full artistic credit is
given to each contributor (if provided). Most of the poetry seen
here is contributed my members of the
Rat Fan Club
(RFC)
Ode to Rat - By Me Most wonderful of rodents, Rattus Norvegicus now, Their cute little whiskers, and furry little brows With a twitch of the nose, and a gleam in the eye, They scamper to my shoulder for their evening ride Down to the couch, their playground each night Where they play, sleep and eat To the children’s delight They check out the treats, all freshly prepared Carrots, Broccoli and spinach, all favorite fares Each chooses his favorite, then off in a dash One by one they are hidden, in the secret rat stash. One sneaks up behind his furry rat friends Pounces and grooms them, then runs off again. One approaches me slyly, whiskers a-twitching And jumps in my lap, his belly needs scritching. Snuggling down for his nap, with a look of content He drifts off to sleep, his energy spent. Back into action…. mere moments gone by With a flash of his tail, he’s up again spry. The evening grows late, it’s bedtime for me Up to their cage, each shoulder carries three. The cage door is grasped by little pink fists As they bid me goodnight with a sweet ratty kiss.
Author Pending Identification I've got boys that are blue,
The Rat Pack - by Tracy Rosa (RFC) Biography: I am a 22yr old Tufts University graduate who's currently doing a post-baccalaureate at Harvard. I am also a first generation American (parents from Cape Verde Islands-archipelago 500mi off the coast of Senegal in Africa). Tracy loves her RATS! The fur of an agouti rat appears brown. A closer look reveals hairs banded by brown, gold, white, and black tips. It is a multicolored rat; however they are cheap rats. The agouti rat does not pay enough for a good dye job. When fingers run through The slate blue base fur screams Like the color of a ten year old copper penny. The agouti rat hates to be pet Because further investigation will reveal the botched job At the roots. The albino rats are richer than the agoutis. They go to Ramone’s to be peroxide white all over. They make sure they look pure. They even have pink eye contacts to achieve uniqueness. As they get older, they become stingy, Cheaper stylists dye them them yellow.
The Berkshire rats are the stingiest. Not wanting to pay full price They are one color With a white tummy. Why pay for the $90 for the job When you can pay $30? And who’s going to see their tummies? The Berkshires are the skulkers of the group.
The variegated rats are the rebels without a cause. They have the white underside, The solid color on top. But they spot dye their sides With clown polka dots. You will never find a variegated in a lab. They have their pride. The variegated rats are the ones Leading
animal liberation movements.
The rex rats are the ones Who live in another decade. They perm their fur with jerry curl. You can find them strutting with gold chains and felt hats. Paws stacattoing to Al Green’s “Here I Am, Baby” Tails greeting the noses Of rats passing by.
The double rex rats are the saddest of all the rats. Hardly any fur They try the comb-over look Because the toupee always falls off When the human pets them.
You would think the hairless rat would be the saddest, wouldn’t you? But he has joy in his motorcycle jacket Blaring Bald is Beautiful. The hairless knows this decade believes In his sexiness. Presenting his strawberry smoothie skin To be coveted, carressed.
Hammock - by Tracy Rosa
Tucked away in the dark closet Hangs a hammock, Its hooks have been long chewed away. It cannot support a boy, Or a man, Or a baby. It carries no ferrets to bask in the evening Nor does it have holes for
mice to slip through. Nor is it a thrill ride. It is not edible To old grandmothers Who mend and clean it. Here is hidden a home For unwanted animals Where rats are eating Quietly under the fleece. They hide from my eyes And the world that shunned them. Here they lay quietly From the only family they know.
The Rat - By "Johari", age
17 from California (RFC)
A Tribute to My Rats
Author: Unknown
Contributed by: Grace JR. of the RFC
You go to the petshop, And step through the door, You leave the cash in the car, Because you've done this before. You step into the aisle, And to no one's surprise, You fall in love with those cute beady eyes. But the promises you made, And the vows that you took, You'll stand by them this time, You'll do nothing but look. "Oh quickly come help me!", You excitedly yell, You tap your hand on the assistance bell. In no time at all, The clerk comes your way, You point at the rat, "That one," you say. "I'm sure he won't make it," "I'm sure he will die," "They'll feed him to the snakes or abuse him!" you cry. By now you're quite sure, You don't take him, he's dead, And if he's adopted, They'll abuse him instead. Now home with a rattie, You've just started the fun, The young are so curious, They sniff and they run, Unpredictable and busy, Always on their feet, There's not much that can stop them, Except maybe a treat. Though the fun times not over, Much bigger they'll get, More sleeping, less running, And a shoulder? You bet! They ride in high style, When they're close and they're dear, They share all your meals and snuffle your ear. There's no time for cages, Just clean simple fun, There's much time for napping as well as to run. But age is on-coming, And so is the day, When creaky old bones make it tougher to play. But, as they grow older, They're patient and sweet, A scratch on the ear is as good as a treat. You cuddle each day, Though the days go too fast, And you hope with your heart that each ones not the last, And then the day comes, When you must say goodbye, You stroke coarse old fur, And you try not to cry. Your friend has departed, It's not possibly true, But the person in pain is really just you. Then memories return, And you hear yourself sigh, A smile creeps back and your tears start to dry. You remember the fun, That the two of you had, And even if he's gone it doesn't hurt quite as bad. Time flies by, And with it the sad, But you never forget the fun times you had. Then one day traveling home, You make a quick stop, It's just a quick peek... INSIDE THE PET SHOP.
Do YOU have any RAT poetry
that you would like to post on my website (or would you like to create
some really fast?)? If so, please send to:
Jewelfish@cox-internet.com
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