The Wrong Wheels
When the humans were asleep
In nightgowns and nightcaps,
The midnight rat would creep inside
And feast upon their scraps.
The midnight rat was crafty,
The midnight rat was sly,
He’d always slink in shadows,
Unseen by human eyes.
But there was someone watching,
With eyes that gleamed in black,
The midnight rat could see him:
The cunning household cat.
The midnight rat was agile,
And cautious, quick and smart,
That cat could never catch the rat,
When the house was clothed in dark.
So the cat approached politely
And he bent down very low.
“Oh rapturous rat I love your work,
I do admire you so.
“But I would make a suggestion,
If I could be so bold.
A king like you should never dine
On scraps so soggy and cold.
“The humans have cake in the daytime,
And bread and scones and pies,
There’s so much good food in the daytime,
You wouldn’t believe your eyes.
“The only thing you really need,
Ask anyone who steals,
If you are going to make a getaway –
Is a brand new set of wheels.”
The rat told him to keep away
And ran off with his loot,
But then he started pondering
As he chewed on soggy fruit.
He was the Midnight Rat!
The cleverest rat by far!
It would be a snap for him
To build a speedy car.
And build away he did,
Though you may find it surprising,
The rat had made that car
By the time the sun was rising.
And he could smell the breakfast
And he didn’t stop to think,
The car whizzed straight inside
Faster than a blink.
And what a tale of glory!
What a momentous day,
The rat snatched a delectable haul
And was making his getaway.
But outside the car slowed
And the cat caught him with ease…
Instead of using tyres,
He had used four wheels of cheese.
As he watched them melting on the road
The rat knew we was done,
His greatest foe was not the cat
But that infernal sun.
The cat smiled a wicked grin,
“I never thought of that!
I think my favourite meal might be
Grilled cheese à la rat.”
By Kylie Covark