A Tale of Supply and Demand

Tale of Supply and Demand Some sloppy light has fallen down, Where checkered mice drive kittens mad, And all the cheese is owned by dogs Who ride all night on giant slugs. Into this pool of sloppy light There slips a merman, small and slick, Whose only flaw is eating toads (He likes them raw and eats them whole). The word is out, the toads lie low; A crunching sound rewards the bold. And when the merman’s had his fill, He belches warts and slaps his tail. Now toads make cheese that dogs must have To keep the checkered mice enslaved So they will drive the kittens mad (This gives cats flavor slugs demand). Unhappy slugs are not good mounts And a walking dog’s a nasty grouch. A plan was hatched among the mice; They’d snag the merman late at night. They greased a toad with tadpole jam And placed him near the merman’s den. The bait was swallowed hook and line; The catch was scaled and poached in wine. It’s fine for dogs to ride their slugs And mice to drive the kittens nuts, Just so we keep the truth at hand; “The wise invest in tadpole jam”.