Wretched Old Rat

He told a story, it was about you Though his words did not sound true Your reputation, however, people will misconstrue If you do not act to disprove The venomous lies he spat That wretched old rat Blinder than a bat That will not earn a sniff from a cat Yet there he sat His voice very loud in the shade of a night cloud His features under the light old With his voice vibrating with the night’s cold His skin dried and withered And with each word his bones shivered Yet there he sat That wretched old rat Convincingly playing his part Through to the end from start Spewing blasphemy his way Not caring whether night or day Even his best friends he will betray For the least silver any man can pay That wretched old rat Blinder than a bat Not altogether smart In fact, unforgivably daft Gorging filth out of his mouth Around the world north east west and south His lies bringing empires to naught Turning domestic arguments into international bouts That wretched old rat That will not earn a sniff from a cat Spinning deceit into the past With every breath till his last Exaggerating every simple error Consciously creating terror That wretched old rat Don’t dare set him a trap Cos a miss will earn you a verbal slap In fact, they will flow like a broken tap That wretched old rat Blinder than a bat That will not earn a sniff from a cat His time soon will come