Little rats on the track, get back!
You’ll give a mom one heart attack
You’ll berate the gods, you’ll give them flack!
and guess what, guys? Alack!
Like the freighted calls of the Baroness
Make mince meat of this party pie!
Posies sprinkled over lanes
to guild the scent of ghoulish blight
brought by scampering furrowing bees
pecking at Venice like cheddar cheese.
But there, I feel, I see it true!
The train now comes to flatten you!
With cheeks so full and a tail too tight
You’ll squint your eyes and fade to night!
At night I peel off socks
I sprinkle pine nuts over noodles
Small thing, I forget.