The Mole Series - Part 4 - The Moles Threat Poem by john thomas

What murderous intent do you cheer?
That severs me from life so dear,
Though our journeys just begun,
You tauntest me, you quib and jibe,
And yet you’d wear my ‘Skanky’ hide!
'No regard’ ye Adams son?
But one day you will cease detest,
If only for your final rest,
And then what will become?
For planted deep you, in my ground,
Where nere of sight, nor sun, nor sound
But tapping of a drum!
Those tapping claws that will not stay,
Until they prise the box! You lay.