The Ballad Of The Bold Little Rat Poem by Susanta Pattnayak

It's a rat, a rat so sly,
With a twinkle in its beady eye.
A house rat small, not grand or fat,
Yet I bow low to this acrobat.

It chews my socks, it nips my wire,
It steals my snacks and mocks my ire.
I've set up traps with cheese so fine,
It sniffs, it grins — then skips the line.

I tried with bread, I tried with bait,
With poison treats on golden plate.
I laid down glue, I laid down rice,
The rat just danced and blinked — how nice!

I lurked at night with slipper raised,
It vanished quick — I stood amazed.
A warrior rat, with ninja grace,
While I just tripped and fell on face.

I've called it names, both cruel and fair,
I've blamed the walls, I've blamed the air.
But still it roams, so bold, so free,
A mighty beast — that's mocking me.

I Google tips, I read old lore,
I check the cracks, I guard the floor.
And yet each day, with proud mustache,
It throws a party in my stash.

My friends all laugh, "It's just a mouse! "
But I've lost reign of my own house.
Who's king? Not me. I weep, I pout —
This rat decides what's in, what's out.

Oh Lord above, grant me a plan,
To outwit this four-legged scam.
For now I sit, defeated flat —
A humble fool… to one small rat.