Three on one!
Time to run!
“Here we come
you pile of scum”.
They’re 6ft. three
and I’m nothing you see.
They are so much cooler than me
and always will be.
“You can’t out run us.
When we catch you’re be such a mess.
You’re nothing special.
You’re below the rest”.
They scream and cry.
As try I to find somewhere to hide.
Dead end!
I’m dead!
“Ha, you’re got nowhere to run.
This should be fun”.
I’m the rat in the corner.
They’re the cats.
Come to bring me to my sorry end.
They hiss.
Clench their fists.
They’re the cats.
But I’m no rat.
I must give a roar.
I will roar.
“Come on, take a swing”.
Try cats to beat your king.
I’m the lion you see.