Rat Patrol
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Ian Holden sits alone, a report he must
complete,
Keep the paper flowing, before returning
to the street.
One last thing before he goes, scrap paper
in the bin,
He tossed it in a lazy arc, the wadded
ball just flew right in.
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As the paper hit the bottom, there was
a crash, bang and a rattle,
This day would not be ordinary, as he
prepared himself for battle,
Suddenly before his eyes, was a nasty
looking rat,
By all accounts the evil thing, the size
of an average cat.
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A cover unit had arrived, at the sound
of Ian’s calls,
But none would fight Ratzilla, in the
room or in the halls.
He stepped back in the office, and approached
the garbage can,
Armed with his trusty Asp baton, it was
rat against one man.
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He pinned it first against the wall, and
thought he might succeed,
Because of the position though, he could
not complete the deed.
The rat was really squirming, to free
himself to fight,
Ian moving sideways, to get into better
light.
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The rat got loose, and spun around, with
gnashing teeth of yellow,
And got a dose of pepper spray, he was
a nasty, ugly fellow.
Standing stunned and waiting, for his
rat vision to become clear,
Ian moved in quickly, he sensed the kill
was near.
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With a mighty swing, of his baton, the
time was near eleven,
His opponent had been neatly sent, to
his maker in rat heaven.
Now the Great White Hunter stands, and
he gives a little shrug,
For Ian has the makings of, a good sized
rat skin rug.
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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 98-11-18 (175)
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