Rats
Scattering about,
But as orderly as gentlemen
Their eyes glinting like the reflection
Of pale light on the monocle.
They take their tea
With faces held high
Fur as slick as a accustomed suit
Their whiskers combed, and trimmed
From time to time.
They greet each other warmly
In the corridors of the wall
And they are always well mannered,
Helping up a comrade,
Should he fall.
Their almost never bother their neighbors
They can be as quiet as mice.
You like them more than that idiot
That lives next door.
