Courage
When he left her after so many years
People asked where he got the courage
When all he felt like was a rat who’d gnawed off his own leg
So he wouldn’t starve to death in the mousetrap
The cheese that’d smelled so good he couldn’t resist
Was poisoned and now, there he was with a crushed leg
Waiting to die and be thrown in the garbage. With the cheese
So, he began to chew……
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2014
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