To The Editor:
I have a poem I have written and wondered if you would print it. Here it is:
It was New Year's Day and all through the house not a creature was stirring except for a rat.
He peered out from a hole in the wall at the family hangover one and all.
Are they sleeping? Mr. Rat thought. No, they're passed out from the liquor they bought.
He summoned his lady, his rat brat son and a mouse they adopted for the job to be done.
Lay before them were vittles galore, more than anyone had seen before.
The brood got instructions from Father Rat: Each take a section with an eye on the cats."
Off they wet at a meaningful gallop, gathering shrimp and even some scallops, bread, fruit, veggies and beans, then strutted off like rodents of means.
The attack was over and a job well done. Not a morsel remained, not even a bun.
Then came a moral from Father Rat: Even if you have a cat, if you drink liquor on any day, the rodents will carry your vittles away."
James J. Mc Manus