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Ol’ Fat Rat

In my earlier post, ‘Showdown in Tucker’s Alley’ the mischievous rat had to leave the area and gets an invite from Harriet in the barn….another whimsical tale.

Ol’ Fat Rat

Down in the barn, the horse and cat
were playing a game with the ol’ fat rat,
who had just arrived from Tucker’s alley
where he had instigated a recent rally
and managed to get everybody down his throat
so he got out of town on the nearest boat
and that’s how the story went; that’s what I heard.
But it’s hard to believe everything you hear
when it flows from a cow that’s full of beer.

You would‘ve thought, he would take a rest
coming that far, a mile, at best,
but not this rat, he had things to do,
trouble to spread and that’s all he knew
and now had to deal with this horse and cat,
who he didn’t like much and that was that,
and that’s how the story went; that’s what I heard
at least that’s the story…. that I was told
by Harriet the cow…. with a heart of gold.

She said the fat rat had no place to go,
so she invited him there for a month or so,
with every intention he’d befriend them all
though, so far, all he’d done was create a brawl,
and bothering her, such, she was slipping toward the brink
and all she wanted to do was stand and drink.
And that’s the story….that’s how it goes
but that’s from a cow without much cheer
who’s life has turned to drinking beer.

Since, that was all…. that I could stand,
I headed for the house; in fact, I ran
and left them alone to figure it out
how to deal with the rat; how to deal with the lout
who came to their house and stirred it all up
and hid behind Harriet and drank from her cup.
At least, that’s the story out there in the barn
and believe what you want.. about all what you hear
when it flows from a cow….. that’s full of beer.


copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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Showdown in Tucker’s Alley

To the form of a poem called ‘The Duel’ by Eugene Field, I wrote this poem about a cat and dog, honoring the names of a couple of people who were co-workers of mine at one time.

Showdown in Tucker’s alley

The stray gray dog and the yellow cat
Hated each other and that was that.
And the other dogs and cats knew why
And always hid when the two walked by.
‘twas half past three that fateful day
To Tucker’s alley they came to play
And the ol’ fat rat knew it would be bad.
(But I wasn’t there where they were at
That’s what I was told by the ol’ fat rat.)

Tucker’s alley, they knew it well.
They both lived there for quite a spell.
It was dark in shadows as if day was gone
Never a body to come a long.
And the stray gray dog had been gone a while
Down to Horton Alley, south, a mile.
And the yellow cat was surprised when he came.
(At least that was the story from where I sat
Told to me, cautiously, by the ol’ fat rat.)

The yellow cat from low crouch, hissed
Jumped at the stray and barely missed
But the air was cluttered with mange and fur
With gray of his and yellow of her’s.
Tooth and nail; toe and claw
The grittiest fight, for all who saw.
There in the darkness of the afternoon.
(But, like I said, I wasn’t there
The ol’ fat rat was there, to stare.)

For over an hour the two did fight
‘til the end of the alley, shone its light.
The howls and hisses were no more heard
Just at alley’s end, a person’s word.
And the stray gray dog and the yellow cat
Disappeared, just like that.
And the garbage truck blew its horn.
And the dumpster held them tight within
Said the ol’ fat rat with a smirkey grin.
(Believe what you want about this and that
The story’s from the mouth of the ol’ fat rat!)

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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